Fjordscene Poetry

the words reached outlike willing hands towards us:waitsee, you are young,see your narrow shoulders,your unfinished features –see life stands timidlylike a stranger among you –hear the quick steps of your thoughts,when they flee each other,and wait –do you now let […]

– you I dare not love –your vast softly-embracing lovelays down itself like oilon the restless sea of my youth – – while I still intoxicated sleepbetween your rocking limbs,you, laughing, emptymy quiver of arrows – – you I will not […]

– I sit reading – sometimes I look up – my thoughts roll ahead – slowly and unwillingly – soft like poison gas, which sucking glides along the earth – – I have some little wound – an irrelevant little […]

I had seen so much large and high,that I wanted to run singing through the world,so people should turn aroundand understand, what I knew – and I ran – singing –and people turned around,but they understood nothing,for there were no […]

I sang to my beloved:how happy I am!I went and shot myself,in pain and agony –she thanked the lord,that I was happy –

– I will build myself a house –I alone –I shall carry the stones myself –the sweat must sprout like hot springfrom my shoulders –the veins must lie like thousand-year-old treeson my brow –my house shall be big and tall:bigger and […]

I bake large and hard breadsfor humanswith a sharp and acrid taste –it is not to make them full –it is to make them see,that others toomust force down the sharp mouthfuls,which tear like sand in the bowelsand which the […]

– happiness –,says humans –eats themselves fulland lay down two and two – – happiness –,they complain –and attempt to dream themselves fulland warm – – happiness –,humans rage –and the piles of food crawlfrom one side to the other […]

when I was ten years old,I walked on the beachand tightened my young musclesfor you, inga –I waded between stones –I carried heavy pointed stonesto your port, inga –I with my bare boy’s feetin the clear seaweed-flowering water –and you […]

we lived in daysamong soaking wet, whipping sails –and black nightsin darkness and pouring water – we wore our hands to boneson stone-hard, biting ropes –and the muscles fought in despairwith arms-thick, steel-cold chains –then we laid hibernating for an […]

wanted to go up to the stars –on the stars there is light and cool –gathered all my strength,and I jumped so that the world sang –the stars flew out to greet me –on the stars there is light and […]

it rains – rains –the air is grey and milky,the streets wet and cold,the humans paleand damp like sick birds,I walk and walk,while it just rains,hopelessly –the sky hangs like a dark wallbetween us and the sunand the heat.in the […]

– if I had a brain,with a thousand needle-thin threads –– if I had a brain,as smooth as a newly peeled egg –– but I have a brain,which just barely can glimpsea light on a misty sky –too strong after […]

– bareheaded I fished along the cliffs –the sun sprinkled burning needlesinto my naked hair – – when the storm has splintered the wavesagainst the cliffs,the foam lies rockinglike corks on the water,like a running girl’sshort warm breath – – […]

in the night we doubt – small weak humansin large empty houses –there is too much space in the night –we cannot fill the darknesswith known things – the anxietycreeps like ratswith long cold tailsout of black holes –anxiety for […]

why is it notlike a straight and well-kept roadat all?without too much traffic,without too much noise and dirt?why do we not standhigh up,at the one endand see the house, where we are going?without needing to ask,what kind of house it […]

our nightsdrowned in the song of wineand the laps of women – we hoped,that the force would come to uslike a stray dogand lay itself at our feet – to some of us came the longing –which tore our fates […]

I am a child,playing with its toy –my toy:a ball with eyes on it – I roll itand throw it at the wall –I pat itand throw it into the water – perhaps in the endmy toy was broken –but a […]

o, port –in your long, patient nightwe come,while our stepszigzagging forgets the seain favour of your street’s firm horizon – into your lap we throw,with the proud gesture of the rich,our stingily saved-up longing,the thought joys of our nights – […]

– the antelope turns its large eyes out in the nighttowards the rustling grass of the steppe,which carefully rises behind the glossy black hooves –– the eyes turn towards the grass,where the wind and the moon teasingly build antelope-enemies,and it flieswith […]