Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Well, not best but very much

Of all the works of man I like best
Those which have been used.
The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges
The knives and forks whose wooden handles
Have been worn away by many hands: such forms
Seemed to me the noblest. So too the flagstones round old houses
Trodden by many feet, ground down
And with tufts of grass growing between them: these
Are happy works.

Von allen Werken, die liebsten
Sind mir die gebrauchten.
Die Kupfergefäße mit den Beulen und den abgeplatteten Rändern
Die Messer und Gabeln, deren Holzgriffe
Abgegriffen sind von vielen Händen: solche Formen
Schienen mir die edelsten. So auch die Steinfliesen um alte Häuser
Welche niedergetreten sind von vielen Füßen, abgeschliffen
Und zwischen denen Grasbüschel wachsen, das
Sind glückliche Werke.
Bertolt Brecht

3 comments:

  1. h now that evokes such pleasurable images of a garden that is loved but not straightjacketed by too much formality

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  2. Phew, once I would not immediately reply ...
    Sorry for being late, you two.

    Jams,
    a certain degree of serene laziness helps immensely.
    Glad you enjoyed what you saw.


    CherryPie,
    if you are refering to the imperfectness, you are spot on. :)

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