the cry

edvard munch

munch | art | painting | cry

 

I was walking with

two friends along

the street-the sun

was falling-the sky

suddelnly turned

red-I stopped

-tired,I rested on

a baranda-upon the

city and on the

fiordo dark blue

I saw nothing but

    blood and tongues of

fire-my friends

continued walking

and I kept on

stuck at the same

place trembling in

fear-and I felt

that an infinite

scream penetrated the

whole nature

 

munch | art | painting | cry