Paul Klee

Ξ August 10th, 2009 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Old School Papers |

Written around November 2001

August.

Because I came, blossoms unlocked themselves,

Fullness surrounds me because I am.

The song of the nightingale conjures my ear

To its very heart.

I am father to all,

To all on the stars,

And the furthest reaches.[1] (more…)