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Of course I know that poem! In fact, the Brecht song I link at the end of today's piece is on a similar theme. Brecht was disillusioned with the reality of the East German state. The garden he's sitting in is "so wisely planted with flowers that from March till October it's in bloom". That's his vision of communism -- a wisely-planned society always in bloom, its resources and beauty spread across the year. (There's another poem from the same period, "Sprinkling The Garden", which uses the metaphor of giving water to all the plants that need it.) And the poem ends with a kind of sigh, as Brecht wishes things could be so well laid-out, so fair in both senses of the word, outside the walls of the garden.