[letter from Egon Schiele to Anton Peschka, 1910]
I wish to leave Vienna, very soon.
it is here.
Everybody is envious of me and deceit-
ful; former colleagues
look at me
with dissembling eyes, in Vienna
only shadow, the city is black,
is done by recipe. I want to be alone.
I wish to visit the Bohemian Forest.
May, June, July, August, September,
October; I have to see new things and
learn about them, want to taste
dark waters, to see crashing trees
untamed air, want to look in wonder
at moldy garden fences
how they all live, young birch
groves and hear the shaking
leaves, want to see light, the sun
and savor wet green-blue
evening valleys, feel goldfish
gleaming, see white clouds
amass, to speak to flowers,
flowers. Grasses, to look deeply
upon pink people, know to say old
dignified churches small
cathedrals, want to run off without
heed over round field-
mountains through wide plains
want to kiss the earth and
smell warm marsh marigolds,
then I will give shape with beauty-
In the early morning I wish
to see again the sun
rise and be able to watch
the breathing earth glimmering.
Now then active being! I!
be always eternal current.
You me green valley, you look
green water-air fills you, you.
I cry, out of half-open eyes
red, large tears, when I
can see you. You pain-eye;
you feel the wet forest wind.
You who can smell, how wonderfully
you must breathe divine breath.
Friend, crying, I laugh
Friend, I think of you
in me there is you.
Lay there … until I hear.
Buy me a panel that I sent
to the hunting exhibit,
I keep it that short, why say it any
differently, for I want to be free
as soon as possible everything oppresses me