Prometheus  5877

Locations in Harold's Library

• Die Gedichte von Bertolt Brecht in einem Band (book)
  • page 87
• The Collected Poems of Bertolt Brecht (book) with the title "Prometheus" (en)
  • page 100
  • in "Part I: Early Poems (Uncollected Poems 1919-1924)"
  • Credits: David Constantine
  • First line: This is the hour of her triumph: then ©
• Bertolt Brecht – Gesammelte Werke 8: Gedichte 1 (book)
  • page 87

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