I was only aware that Brecht wrote some astonishingly good plays. And he was a big fan of my beloved Goethe, who I love for his science. I don't know any of Goethe's poetry. Here is a snippet of Brecht's:
“Such scents of berries and of birches there!/ Thick-corded winds that softly cradle air/ [. . .]/ The refugee beneath the alders turns/To his laborious job: continued hoping.” (From: Finnish Epigrams)
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