is not of the substance of elements.
It is an organism, indivisibly
by elementary objects of a divergent character:
were to attempt division, these parts
for instance: an entire dramatic company.
Enter an ancestor, prophetic;
enter a hero, brutal
a rake, alcoholic, to argue
with a learned professor.
A lyrical beauty, rolling her eyes
heavenward, a case
of chronic infatuation —
enter a heavy father,
to take care of that.
enter a liberal uncle — to arbitrate. . . .
Aunt Chatterbox gossiping in a corner.
Chambermaid Lewdie, giggling.
And I, watching it all,
astonishment in my eyes.
Poised, in my left hand
a sharpened pencil.
A pregnant woman!, a mother
her entrance —
don’t belong here
– Paul Klee, Some Poems by Paul Klee (Translated by Anselm Hollo)
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Above: Ad Parnassum by Paul Klee, 1932