The horizon of Octoberis higher than the church tower –On its jagged edgesmall steamboats wanderon a row –At the coast the sea hammers blackdrumming –And large weather-beaten menchop firewoodwith small axes –
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Sketch
The lapwing criesa black circlecries a white curvein the air –The salt-meadow turnsgreen-grey wetwith a closed eggin the center – The sea glides blushinginto the fire of the sun,the evening breathes salttowards the morning wind –A seagull disappears in the […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: White
A white swelling snow-clouda white diagonally reflecting moonthe cry of a childa white-painted boat on the stocksthe dark gushes of black wavesand the sound of wooden clogson a herring-scaled quaydraw phosphor-singingthe biting contours of the October night –
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Waves
– The sun’s late-day sloping spearswaying stabs into the sea,the glass skin rises tremblingand is smoothed,the coast is green through the mist,pale blue-red jellyfish risetowards gold-lights,are sucked towards the seafloor,drift waving towards food and death –Sun-arrows stagger and fall,the coast […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Song
– Whistle chiming your song about a golden day –,complain your clutching pain in Aeolian tones –The truth whispers humming the melodyin the thicket behind the ditch,in the darkness of the living room –– Rejoice, listening wanderer,over the mercy of […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: such is my love
(not translated – original English) rocky souls on the way, wheresupreme delightis but beautifying sleep –,such is my love that if you are stricken with mortal painbecause of me,it is a thousand times better thanhad you never met me – […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: early morning (to carmelo)
(not translated – original English) my infinite world isin the closed egg of my will towards god – every finished pieceof joy and clean bitternessis put aside on the deep bottom of the sacred eye – always has god’s heat […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: invincible
the storm-bird had never spread its wings –the wings of the storm-bird had never stirredfluttering or dignified –the wings of the storm-bird are a held breathstanding still – the storm bird advanceswithout spreading its wings through the stormtowards the wreck of […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: cursed be the victory!
my Belovedcomessailingwith all,that has not yetbeen seen,never yet sensed –the sightof my Beloved’s footmakes mesuperfluous with agitation –now the landingis made, the gangway tightenedto flourish under myBeloved’s foot, allthe dreadful, thatwhich everysoul would recognizeas itself inthe grandeur of gods – […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: desert song
in white cloaksin white blindinghoodsknife-sharp ringsaround the necksear-splittingsoul-numbingrattling of chain –stepbystepprisoner-steps dragagainst sand –through whiteblinding hoodsburning eyes seesandsandsand –the human-fear’schains dragheavy trailsin sand – |the human-fear’sridiculous chainskill highwills in sand –in white cloaksin white blindinghood:Prisoners –CHAINS AREMYTHCHAINS ARELIE-SEEDS LINKEDTOGETHER –IN […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: young martyr
a foreign star mistover the skyapproaches the earth – let the star speak for itself –do not steal its lusterand its preciously guarded freedom – whocan tell the goal of a star –?whodares hinder its flight –?and whodares speak before […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: praised be the lord
the bush of barrenness onthe mountain of droughtawaits nothing,stands immodestempty – when the Lord’s Day comes,and a thousand swans liftthe veiloff the eternal gardens,a dove shall eatripe berries from the bushon the mountain of drought –, and a wind shall […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: saviour
shojoprince of the sun’s sternnessplays dead –around the stretcher standwe –mumbles struck by lightning:here rests the blessedness of the earth –– – – |rest – rest – our prince!weknow, that you only sleep –,eternal drunk plays sober –sleep you, sleep […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: the song of the soul
I. how I hatethe day –!quiet –, without breaksmy fingers bruise out bloodfrom hatred, hatredconstantly –and my eyes havebecome blind coalsof hatred –but see I can – always –the day I hate,the day – II. which strangefor all the world […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: white hyacinth
I am risingsmell-mists from acreeping night-flower –violet fogs does notexist by day,wins no faithin the transparency of the day’slife –therefore: comenot in towardsthe spirit-lips of the smell-trumpet’swhisper-mouth –come notnear – what for meis the night’s holygardenwith living airwith a thousand […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: at the threshold of reality
I was the king –when I smiled,everything sat in my ring,which I could take off –when I slept,my beloved died,and my enemies hardlydared to whisper –– – –now I am a small star,which has left itsclothes on the beach –with […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: morning hour
on the sky’s deepbottom of nightlies like coalall the love-sparks –silently theyflew one by one,black pearls onthe bottom of the sky –– – –I, the Chosen One,is tonight merelythe sleep-guardian,the death-swordat The Great Love’sdoor –under the matt-goldenportal withcrossed legsI sit […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: on the forest trail
burgundy flowerunder the Lord’s skyand mine his warrior-foot,remove your love-tongue intothe snow forest – the mile-mouth,at whose edge, I have to watch,guard andlisten –, until the Lord’s day letshymn lilies inall conifers quiet theonly:each soul its paradise-hen in the babbling […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: intermezzo
standing on the 10-meter diving boardthe rosy-lean girlkisses from above theochre-yellow youngling,who reaches his armsfrom the stone basin –she smiles hap-py that shelifts him towards her –he cringes indisgust that,he supportsher, so that she doesn’tfall –. . . . he […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: my brother is wayward
wondrous young man,my brother,I, your brother mustnow, when we arealone in this darknight speakto your wondrousear, my away-turnedbro –:what seeks your clo-sed tongue amongthe little birds –?they love you,the great tits, thegreen dices withtwo eyes – andthe birds of paradisewith […]