Spaziergang in der Abenddämmerung(A Walk at Dusk, c. 1830-37)
by Caspar David Friedrich(1774-1840)
Now this is a painting into which
one could walk content to
become paint under the Moon
and the wandering star, forever
contemplating the landscape
in some appropriately antiquated
clothing, or become bones under
the dolmen, bones which we
don't see, from here outside, Yet,
they are there, the dead present
under the stone, and the lone
robed man feeling the bones
inside his own withering flesh
shiver in the cold autumn
moonlight. But his is the long
old age of painted things,
the slow, slow flaking
into oblivion.
06.10.2023
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