Egon Schiele, 1890 – 1918 LIKE A BOAT ON A LAKE . . .   THE AFTERNOON slowly passed by like a boat on a lake of still

April And . . . April came with its light of spring. Smiling like a flower dressed up in sunshine, by color and harmony. Ephemeral April . .

  GALILEI’S Lamentation   what to construct a telescope for that shows impossible things? why raise the eyes to an empty sky? mankind does not know how to

HOW WILL IT BE TO SEARCH FOR YOU IN THE DISTANCE? How will it be to search for you in the distance? —Eunice Odio How will it be

  Traces The storm has quieted down: the grains of sand mingled with the algae on the beach, traces of the raging of violence. But elsewhere the raging

Painting by Pablo Picasso   Three Variations on the Theme of Peace and the Dove I So great is the peace of one dove that the experts on

Painting Antoni Miro First Song The field has retreated seeing it is man’s convulsive assault. What an abyss is laid bare between the olive tree and man! The

Are We Free Like Butterflies? Are we free? The butterflies are free. Free to fly over the land, And to look down upon the cattle. And they can

  Testament When I die, bury me in the grave in the middle of the broad steppes of the lovely Ukraine so that it would be possible to

Solitude The solitude knocked at the door to my room—number thirty-three. The boredom entered my bed like a big dull cloud—silently. The sheets were blank pieces of paper.