Sitting Nude by the Beach, Edvard Munch (1898)
Sitting Nude by the Beach
Stripped myself of all earthly things
Never to yield to my old ways
Shall sink slowly into the sea
Washing away my many sins
The sins of my flesh did me wrong
Made me a slave of my desires
Thinking they’d set my body free
But it’s my mind that was enslaved
Spinning wild without any rules
Never a moment finding love
Only ephemeral pleasure
Leading to darkened loneliness
Now seek affection of the heart
That can provide internal warmth
It will be caring and sharing
By which I’ll finally be free
A Stroll on the Beach, Michael Peter Ancher (1896)
A Stroll on the Beach
Sea as quiet as can possibly be,
Listening but wind so still can’t be heard,
Nor the many birds which hover the sea,
Amongst us barely was spoken a word.
The still brought a quietness to each heart.
Ever so thankful to share cherished time.
Knowing at next sunrise we all must part.
This captured precious moment so sublime.
This best of time knows no special season.
To see and to touch is ample enough,
Beyond this need not another reason.
All are silent as parting will be tough.
Sharing deep friendship is beyond compare,
Once again together is their prayer.