MM N 615. Literary sketch. The Scream

Literary sketch. “I was walking along a road”.

MM N 615, p. 1

    I was walking along a road with
two friends –

    when the sun went down

    The Sky suddenly turned to blood
– and I felt a wave of sadness –

    I paused – leaned
against the fence tired to death
above the blue-black fjord and city
clouds hovered dripping
steaming blood

    My friends walked on and
I stayed behind trembling with an open wound
in my breast –
and I felt as though a vast
endless scream passed through nature