Friday, January 3, 2014

"Poem" by Paul Klee

The big animals : despondent 
at table : unsated. 

But the small cunning flies 
scrambling up slopes of bread 
inherit Buttertown. 

*

There is 
only one 
true thing :

in the self 
a weight, 
a small 
stone. 

*

An eye 
that sees. 
Another eye 
that feels. 

*

Man-Animal : 
Clock of Blood. 

*

The moon 
in the railway station : one of the many 
lights in the forest ; a drop 
in the mountain's beard : 
that it doesn't trickle ! 
that it is not pierced by the cactus thorn ! 
that you 
do not sneeze, and 
burst 
this bladder !

(From his diary, written in 1914, probably soon after war had been declared.)

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