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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