I hear In the markets they say of me, I sleep badly
My enemies, they say, are setting up house
My women are putting on their good clothes
In my antechamber people are waiting
Who are known to be friends of the unlucky.
Soon
You will hear that I am not eating but
Wearing new suits
But the worst of it is this: I myself
Notice that I have grown
Harsher to people.
I Hear, from Bertolt Brecht's "The Impact of the Cities 1925-1928"