Paul Klee, Short Poems

Last Things Last

In the heart's center
The only prayers
Are steps
Receding.

– Translated by Anselm Hollo

Emerged from the Gray of Night

Now from gray-dark night emerged
Burdened and beloved,
Strong with night's fire
Drunk and staggered with God.
Amidst blue ethereum
Soaring over snowfields
Toward the wise constellations.