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Poetry, writing and translations by K-M Skalkenæs

  • English poetry
    • 30 after thoughts (2021)
    • divisive / dismissive / missive (2018)
    • Light Requires Darkness (2018)
    • Seen From a Distance People Lose Their Eyes (2017)
    • Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn (2014)
    • What Bits of Peace My Life’s Ensured (2014)
    • Poems Inspired by Paintings (2014)
  • Danish poetry
    • Rimblomst (2026)
    • verden værker (2026)
    • De spor man efterlader sig (2017)
  • Translations
    • Edith Södergran
      • Poems
      • The September Lyre
      • The Rose Altar
      • The Shadow of the Future
      • The Land Which Is Not
    • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
      • naked human
      • The Lowest Country
      • Towards Jerusalem
      • Nineteen Poems
    • Edvard Søderberg
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Danish poet, writer and painter. Writings include her own original poetry in English and Danish, and translations of poetry from the Scandinavian languages and German into English.

Author: K-M Skalkenæs

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • naked human
13 Feb, 202013

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: poor life

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

there are those,who every night rest on the same branchand only eat out of the right bowl. there are those,who every morning sing the same songand always to the same beloved,always only to one god. there are those,who only follow one […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • naked human
13 Feb, 202013

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: the fishermen dance at the inn

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

– you can hear it along the streetand down at the quay:that the fishermen dance at the inn – – and lord my god, how they dancelike large petroleum motorsand barrels on their way down the stairs,it is sturdy legs […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • naked human
13 Feb, 202013

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: old mothers

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

– heavy, large, swayingwith thin, cold coatsthe mothers rock into the milk sales,the food courts,the clothing shops –– hasty gazes into oilcloth bags,glossy bags with many five cents,two cents,twentyfive cents –sighing glances in light wallets –careful questions:if there wasn’t something cheaper,smaller […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • naked human
13 Feb, 202013

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: the meaning of life

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

I do not workwith my hands,not for the betterment of society –I waste away the daysby thinking endless thoughts.the days, which passemptywithout result –I wander the streetsday after day –I look at humans and doubt —— until now I have not learned to […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • naked human
13 Feb, 202013

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: untitled

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

we legionnaires of nakednesswe shall conquer the earthand deliver up humans to life – perhaps our only triumph shall bethe one,which streams from our oozing wounds –perhaps the world shall one day resound withthe stamping of our victorious sandals –

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: Arrival in Hades

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

Look, here’s the beach of eternitywhere the stream runs past,and death plays in the bushesits certain, repetitive melody. Death, why do you silence?We were long underwayand long to hear,we never had a wet-nursewho could sing like you do. The wreath […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: The Land Which Is Not

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

I long for the land which is not,for I am tired of desiring all that is.The moon tells me with writing in silvery clear runesabout the land which is not.The land where all we wish for wondrously comes into being,the land where […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: There’s Nobody Who Has

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

There’s nobody in the world who has timeapart from God alone.And therefore all the flowers come to Himand so even the last among the ants. The forget-me-not asks him for cleaner glassin its blue eyesand the ant asks him for greater […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: November Morning

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

The first snowflakes fell.Where the waves had written their runes in the sand of the riverbedwe went with devotion. And the beach said to me:See, here you wandered as a child, and I am always the same.And the tree near […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: The Moon

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

How all the dead is wondrousand impossible to word:a dead leaf, a dead humanand the sickle of the moon.And all flowers know a secretand the forest keeps it:the wandering of the moon around our Earthis the path of death.And the […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: Homecoming

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

The trees of my childhood stand cheering around me: oh Human!and the grass greets me welcome home from foreign countries.My head I rest in the grass: mow I’m finally home.Now I turn my back on all which lie behind me:my […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: O, Divine Clarity

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

O, divine clarity on the child’s brow –its angel sees the Father in the Heavens. And the light which streams from the saint’s eyes is darkness compared withthe peace resting on the child’s brow, the divine peace. And the halo glowing around the […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: Graveyard Fantasy

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

What is it which sounds from the graveyard: My own! My love!Whom is it who yells in the fog?It is the warrior’s wife who runs out to meet her husband.The image of God’s mother hangs on a snow-white cross with […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: The Trees of My Childhood

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

The trees of my childhood stand tall in the grassand shake their heads: what’s become of you?Rows of columns stand as reproaches: unworthy you walk beneath us!You’re a child and should be able to do everything,why are you chained in […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: The Gypsy Woman

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

I am a gypsy woman from a foreign land,in brown enigmatic hands do I hold my cards.Days follow days, similar and multi-coloured.Defiant I look into people’s faces:what do they know of the burning cards?What do they know of the living […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: Pale-hearted Night

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

Pale-hearted night, you listen…No, it is not true, your half blood is mighty enough.When it swells in your veinsand stacks, the world is yours. Pale-hearted night, when your blood is up, advanced and attacking,then your veins are like an empty […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: My Life, My Death and My Fate

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

I am no other than an endless will,an endless will, but for what, for what?All is dark around me,I can’t lift even a straw.My will wants only one thing, but this one thing I don’t know what is.When my will […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: Imprisonment

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

Caught, caught… I will break my chains.With pained lips I walk through my life.Precipices, why do I ask for you, you deserve no names.Bronze attaches to bronze and becomes human,and humans wander with iron in their hearts.But does the bronze […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: A Life

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

The stars are immovable –we all know that –but I will seek happiness on all the blue wavesand under all the grey stones.If happiness never comes? Then what is life?A tiny waterlily withers away in the sand.And if its knowing […]

  • Edith Södergran
  • The Land Which Is Not
12 Jan, 202012

Edith Södergran: Nothing

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

Be quiet, my child, there is nothing,and all is as you see: the forest, the smoke and the parallel rails.A place far away in a distant landthere is a far bluer sky and a wall of rosesor a palm tree […]

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