I was walking along the road with two friends.

The sun was setting.

I felt a breath of melancholy —

Suddenly the sky turned blood red.

I stopped, and leaned against the railing,

    deathly tired—

Looking out across the flaming clouds that

    hung like blood and a sword over the

    blue-black fjord and town.

My friends walked on – I stood there,

    trembling with fear.

And I sensed a great, infinite scream pass

    through nature. 

Edward Munch Norwegian painter, 1863-1944

 Diary, 22 Jan. 1892. This experience inspired Munch to create his painting The Scream

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