Poems August 11 & 18, 2014 Issue Send Me a Leaf By Bertolt Brecht Send me a leaf, but from a little tree That grows no nearer your house Than half an hour away. For then You will have to walk, you will get strong and I Shall thank you for the pretty leaf. (Translated, from the German, by David Constantine.) Do you have a tip for The New Yorker that requires anonymity and security? Send it via SecureDrop. »