Day 2. Tod und Mädchen



Tod und Mädchen (1915) by Egon Schiele.

Das Mädchen:
Vorüber! Ach, vorüber!
Geh, wilder Knochenmann!
Ich bin noch jung, geh Lieber!
Und rühre mich nicht an.

Der Tod:
Gib deine Hand, du schön und zart Gebild!
Bin Freund, und komme nicht, zu strafen.
Sei gutes Muts! ich bin nicht wild,
Sollst sanft in meinen Armen schlafen!

(Matthias Claudius, 1774)

But there, she grasps his shoulder, hanging on like he was life.The hug so desperate, her kneeling body like that of a disciple.To hug the snake-like corpse of death. Why not?

Together they float in the burning fire of hell, in a cocoon made of her delicate illusion of love, a thin layer of white white sheet.

A moment of truth, before he took away Wally’s heart, his red-haired muse.

It’s such a cliché love story.


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