Dagny Juel Przybyszewska, Edvard Munch (1893)
Dagny and Edvard
Ever so softly on that purple night,
At the end of the most perfect rainbow.
Her smile provided all the needed light,
For him to see a face of long ago.
Seems like forever that she shared his bed,
But not long since the last time in his mind.
Noting the last words she hauntingly said,
Since that darkened daunting day he has pined.
His brush has actively pursued her face,
A statement that he continued to care,
Yet she would not again be in his grace.
His heavy heart no longer could she snare.
She stands so still at the reach of his hand,
As would a model not moving her head.
He touched her glowing face which fell as sand.
The day is here. The day he knew he’d dread!
Dagny Juel had a spirit she could not control. Her life ended way to early. Just four days before her thirty-fourth birthday she was shot and killed by her crazed last lover.