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Letter to Marie Engels in Barmen, March 12, 1839
Bremen, March 12, 1839
Dear Marie,
(Continuation of my letter to Hermann.) The Stadtbote is full of absolute nonsense and I am writing poems about it at the office which ridicule it by always praising it to the skies, just incoherent twaddle, and I send it to the paper signed Th. Hildebrandt and they print it in all innocence. I have got one in my desk at this very moment which I am going to send in. It runs like this:
Book Wisdom
He is not wise who from his reading draws
Nothing but floods of useless erudition.
For all his learning, life’s mysterious laws
Are a closed book beyond his comprehension.
He who acquires a thorough textbook grounding
In Botany, won’t hear the grass that grows.
Nor will he ever teach true understanding
Who tells you all the dogma that he knows.
Oh, no! the germ lies hid in man’s own heart.
Who seeks the art of. life must look within.
Burning the midnight oil will not impart
The secret of emotion’s discipline.
The man is lost who hears his own heart’s voice
And spurns it, Wilfully misapprehending.
Of all your words so noble and so wise
The most profound is human understanding.
So it goes, on and on, all mockery. Usually, when I am not quite sure what to send, I get hold of the Bote and scrape something together from that. The other day I sat Karl Leupold at my desk and dictated to him a rude letter to the Bote, [1] which they received and printed with the most fantastically stupid comments. But I must go out now. So I remain
Your loving brother
Friedrich
- ↑ The issue of the newspaper Der Bremer Stadtbote in which this letter by Engels was published has not come to light