How do you interpret this allegory, (and symbol of the cherry tree)
comrades? I am very curious to know, adn I would be evry thankful of any
thoughtful response.
I find this poem beyond what we commonly consider as being poetically
beautiful: it is an expression of pure genius. What do you think of it?
erminia
Bertold Brecht
The Cherry Thief
Early one morning, long before cockcrow
I was awakened by whistling and went o the window,
I my cherry tree – grey dawn filled the garden –
Sat a young man with patched up trousers
Cheerfully picking my cherries. Seeing me
He nodded, and with both hands
Pulled the cherries from the branches into is pockets.
For quite a while as I lay once more in bed
I hear him whistling his gay little song.
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