You little box, held to me escaping
So that your valves should not break
Carried from house to house to ship from sail to train,
So that my enemies might go on talking to me,
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Exile from Germany WAS painful for Brecht, who was never happy in the States. Despite the lies broadcast by the Nazis, the radio remained his treasured link to his beloved native language.
Great poem...how we have to be told the truth however bad.Written by the man who I believe said elsewhere that he who smiles has not yet been told the news.