I scream, you scream, we all scream for The Scream

To commemorate today's sale of The Scream for $119.9 million, here is Edvard Munch's accompanying poem:

"I was walking along a path with two friends—the sun was setting—suddenly the sky turned blood red—I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence—there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city—my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety—and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature."