What has always made a Hell on earth has been that man has tried to make it his Heaven.
In life learn art, in the artwork learn life. If you see the one correctly you see the other also.
I am mortal, born to love and to suffer.
I was raised by the song Of the murmuring grove And loving I learned Among Flowers.
Being at one is god-like and good, but human, too human, the maniaWhich insists there is only the One, one country, one truth, and one way.
The earth with yellow pearsAnd overgrown with roses wildUpon the pond is bent,And swans divine,With kisses drunkYou drop your headsIn the sublimely sobering water.But where, with winter come, am ITo find, alas, the floweres, and whereThe sunshineAnd the shadow of the world?Cold the walls standAnd the wordless, in the windThe weathercocks are rattling.
