Status Updates From The Faber Book of 20th Cent...

I've no Flemish
and I'll never learn now,
one more beer
in this night without words.

--Jurgen Becker

She also thought the acacia smell too strong,
he had always complained privately
about her heavy perfume.

-- Hertha Kräftner

Even the kiss I would have long forgotten
If that one cloud had not been up there too—
I see it and will always see it plainly,
So white and unexpected in the blue.

—Brecht

I'm really enjoying this collection so far, though the reviews on here are pretty ambivalent. For some reason, writing about exile always hit me hard (see Nabokov), so the Brecht poems really moved me. I've also enjoyed George Trakl, George Heym, Gottfried Benn, and of course Rilke.
"... Over the radio
I hear the victory bulletins of the scum of the earth."