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Hollywood Elegies
By Bertolt BrechtTranslated by Translated from the German by Adam Kirsch
1Under the long green hair of pepper trees,The writers and composers work the street.Bach’s new score is crumpled in his pocket,Dante sways his ass-cheeks to the beat.2The city is named for the angels,And its angels are easy to find.They give off a lubricant odor,Their eyes are mascara-lined;At night you can see them insertingGold-plated diaphragms;For breakfast they gather at poolsideWhere screenwriters feed and swim.3Every day, I go to earn my breadIn the exchange where lies are marketed,Hoping my own lies will attract a bid.4It’s Hell, it’s Heaven: the amount you earnDetermines if you play the harp or burn.5Gold in their mountains,Oil on their coast;Dreaming in celluloidProfits them most.
A Note from the Editor40 years ago, Princess Grace of Monaco, a.k.a. actor and superstar Grace Kelly, died due to complications from a car crash. Read translator Adam Kirsch's notes on rendering Brecht's feelings of "despair and alienation in the midst of California’s peace and abundance."
Source: Poetry (June 2011)Please note: We strive to preserve the text formatting of poems over email, but certain email clients may distort how character indent, line wraps, and fonts appear.
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