DECA-DANCE

The warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
On the tombs that lie scatter'd below:
The moon fills the place with her silvery light,
And the churchyard like day seems to glow.

When see! first one grave, then another opes wide,
And women and men stepping forth are descried,
In cerements snow-white and trailing.

In haste for the sport soon their ankles they twitch,
And whirl round in dances so gay;
The young and the old, and the poor, and the rich,
But the cerements stand in their way;

And as modesty cannot avail them aught here,
They shake themselves all, and the shrouds soon appear
Scatter'd over the tombs in confusion.
❧❧❧
(Goethe)



Subject 1.5 × 2.7 cm, Aquarell
Paper 300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions 20 × 20 cm

Original
120 €
Print
25 €
1 of 10 prints in original size on Hahnemühle PhotoRag® 308 gsm