Is my heart not sacred, full of finer life
Paul von Klenau
Is my heart not sacred, full of finer life,
now that I love? Why did you regard me more
when I was prouder and more truculent,
when I was more wordy and more vain?
Ah, only what is good for the marketplace can please people;
the servant respects only an oppressive master.
To believe in the divine
one must be divine in one's own right.