A quarter of a century ago I spent time in Munich studying German and during my time there I was fortunate to see Willy Brandt speak on two occasions. The first was in a smoky beer hall where mugs were raised in cheers to him. The second was in Marienplatz where he spoke of the need for tolerance.
Here’s a poem I wrote about the second occasion:
With what force were words delivered
and with what fervor brought our hands to clap.
A man standing with dignity
into the early evening truths.