Ode to Whitman at the Grave of Bert Brecht and his Wife Helene Weigel

Joy Charly Goersch

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breast of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,
It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of theirs mothers' laps,
And here you are the mothers' laps.
WALT WHITMAN. SONG OF MYSELF

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