Hitler's Poems

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Hitler's Poems

Post by AISU » 14 Dec 2007 06:07

I recently found a few poems that were done by hitler and just wanted to know if anyone knew of or has anymore that he wrote and would share with me and the rest of the forum.

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The Mother

"When your mother has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
no longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks -

Then lend her your arm in support,
Escort her with happy pleasure.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
Must accompany her on her final walk.

And if she asks you something,
Then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her,
Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.

And if she cannot understand you properly
Explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
When her mouth asks for nothing more."

Adolf Hitler, 1923.

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Too true!

Post by I B Piper » 14 Dec 2007 10:10

I've never known that der Führer wrote any poetry. There's no doubt he missed his mother.

Cheers,

I B Piper

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Post by Grisu » 27 Dec 2007 12:40

AISU, could you please provide the source of this information? Has it been verified that this poem was actually written by Hitler? I remember having come across this poem (in German), without any reference to Hitler (I'll try to find this info again and to verify this claim.)

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Post by Grisu » 12 Jan 2008 15:47

Denk‘ es

Wenn deine Mutter alt geworden
Und älter du geworden bist
Wenn ihr, was früher leicht und mühelos
Nunmehr zur Last geworden ist
Wenn ihre lieben, treuen Augen
Nicht mehr, wie einst, ins Leben seh‘n
Wenn ihre müd‘ gewordenen Füsse
Sie nicht mehr tragen woll‘n beim Geh‘n
Dann reiche ihr den Arm zur Stütze
Geleite sie mit froher Lust
Die Stunde kommt, da du sie weinend
Zum letzten Gang begleiten mußt

Und fragt sie dich, so gib‘ ihr Antwort
Und fragt sie wieder, sprich auch du
Und fragt sie nochmals, steh‘ ihr Rede
Nicht ungestüm, in sanfter Ruhe
Und kann sie dich nicht recht verstehen
Erklär‘ ihr alles froh bewegt
Die Stunde kommt, die bitt're Stunde
Da dich ihr Mund nach nichts mehr frägt!

-- Adolf Hitler
The poem really seems to be by Hitler. It can be found on the net in several (most rightist to neonazi) forums in written form and as audio. The versions slightly differ from each other sometimes, I quote only one of the possible German original versions (with some minor alterations).

The most reliable support for the claim that it's authentically Hitler's (dated to 1923) can be found at the Archiv des Instituts für Zeitgeschichte München, Findmittel [online], ED 416, p. 6 (see: http://www.ifz-muenchen.de/archiv/ed_0416.pdf).

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