Found Poem – Mein Kampf

From Mein Kampf by Adolph Hitler (Chapter IV Paragraph 5)



From the very first moment
I came to love
with a feeling of youth
a thousand more things
the marvellous energy
my heart’s strings entwined
inseparably connected
inwardly contented
blessed with a feeling
for beauty

54 thoughts on “Found Poem – Mein Kampf

    • Thanks Ste J, it was a challenge to extract – like pulling teeth – but you know what they say about clouds and silver linings…

      • Ok then Mike, I’ll try it too…nothing better than to tread a path which has never seen your footsteps…but how easy is it to create a poem of beauty out of’ a speech of death in its subtext? πŸ™‚

        • Go to Maria and pick the darkest book you can find then choose a random page. If at first you don’t succeed… well, that’s where the work starts πŸ˜€

  1. Thought-provoking poem, Mike. I’ll be thinking about this all day. There’s something frightening in the way you have been able to make a thing of beauty out of the words Hitler used. The same words padded with other words make pure ugliness. The power of words. As I said, frightening.

    • It all comes down to the hand that holds the pen Jane and thankfully we vastly outnumber the likes of AH. The true power of words is something that you & I read everyday in poetry, not the ravings of madmen πŸ’

  2. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words says:

    I really like your find….it is important to see the beauty within the eye of evil…
    we see that in between it dims the glare of such evil…doesn’t take away but a song is found to sing ( I think he is probably spitting out his coffin nails…)
    sort of tilts the scales a little I think..
    Beautiful Mike…really creative and beautiful
    Take Care….You Matter…

  3. Weird origin, but a lovely poem, what a lovely idea to find beauty in filth πŸ™‚ The book is forbidden here and I would never buy it but maybe through your eyes poetry is everywhere. Maybe Das Kapital also has some hidden poetry πŸ™‚

    • The β€˜found’ poem is a last resort for writer’s block Ina but I took particular pleasure in counting the times he twisted in his grave as I extracted my full measure of sarcasm from this unpleasant excuse for memoir. Yes indeed, poetry is everywhere – thanks Ina

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