The Mask Of Evil

On my wall hangs a Japanese carving,
The mask of an evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer.
Sympathetically I observe
The swollen veins of the forehead, indicating
What a strain it is to be evil.

by Bertolt Brecht

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It’s the last two stanzas that show another spot, where wonders do happen.
It’s the last two stanzas that show another spot, where wonders do happen.
........nicely penned of a day to remember, as twilight descends ★
A pirouetting voice carving through the composite shards of a dull day