I eternal child

I, eternal child – Egon Schiele Poems / Reinfried Marass

SUN Taste redness, smell lulling white winds, look at it in the universe: sun. Gaze at stars yellow and glittering till you feel good and have to shut out the blinking. Brainworlds sparkle in your caves. Sun — Egon Schiele, Ich ewiges Kind (I, Eternal Child).  Gedichte, Vienna/Munich (2) 1985. p. 24 “Bodies have their own … Continue reading →