The snow liesfirm and white –The sea glowssummer-blue –Flaming sunand ice-clear airburns in tired eyes –Seabirds breed,hoarse starlings cry –The night comesblack and deep –Boats followteeming herring –Over the land in the westa star flickers green –
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Brothers
Brothers in the fogs of life,Brothers in the deprivation on Earth,the terrible exists,shame lives in pomp,death wanders by our sidessowing darkness and stench –,Brothers, created as humans,everything has a truthshining sharp and clear,everything has its lawunbreakable from the depths to […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Winter
The storms roar –The winter wages its war –The sea wandersalong the coasts –The sky follows ithigh above the land –Small houses press themselvesanxiously to the Earth –The moon’s eye of icestares through the wall of nighton men, fetching coal […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Song
Dark faces around –The clear glasses on the table –The white surfthe white snowand eternal storm,our weak couragein the noise of the world –Down in front of the glass’ edgesinks the Almighty’s beardhis giant calmness, his commanding gaze,his tearful smile […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Prayer
Powers, controlling Heaven and Earththe sun and the storm and the sea,powers, who control, invisible to the eyes,the life and doings of humans,powers, who control, invisible to the soul,slavery and deprivation, trembling happiness,wars and horrors, shame and sin,powers, I beg […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Morning
In the black darkness of the winter morningsounds from houses the choir of roosters –Shadows of menstomp towards the lamp of the port –The pounding of the engine pulls invisible boatstowards the whistling sea –Ice-heavy downpours brush from low roofsthe […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: See!
See the sun, the sun,feel the air in the living breast,the grass under the foot in joy, joy –,for still you live –!O, see, the sun rises,see, your child sleeps,– see –!Still you live,your woman is joyful in your house […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: The Cape
Even when it is still,when only a single grey cloudhangs heavy at sunset,the wave rises high in the airat the reef by the cape –Against the black stone-knoll of the capethe wave falls down againwith snow-white foam –Under the heavy […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Night
Silent rain fallsthrough the night –Over the other coastthe storm shrieks –Here the rain falls silently –From a grey skyinvisible in the nightthe raindrops fallon houses and fields and boats,and on the rocks by the sea –And make everything wetin […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Contourless
October rainstorm whips from the land,the sea cowers,the downpour streaks shrieking,low and black, pressing down the sea –The water sinksthe reefs lie bare,an anchored shipstands towering high, engulfed in mist,a woman on deckwith binoculars sees nothing –Over the land an […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Red and Black
The green leaves turn yellow –The storms ravagemonth after month –Yellow-red leaves cling to black branches –Slowly the rain writhes loose the stalks –The juice is trapped in the root – Under the shifting skythe soil sleeps its rest –Green […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Low Horizon
Rain-grey storm-windpresses winter-harvest’s blue-green sproutstowards black knolls –The fields wave heavily,gloomy-green hairs followin nodding dances the icy strokesof the storm over cowering soil –The sky throws itself black, outwardstowards the sea –Green sprouts nod to the beatflickering under the veil […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: The Weather
– The eastern storm squeezesthe sea towards the teeth of cliffscloses the portschases the fishout at sea – – The clouds become small and the stars comeafter three days –The western breeze push the waves away,old surf fallsheavily on the […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: The Reef
Black-white gullswith yellow beaks against the summer breezeupon the back of the reef –A seal turns a black headback and forth glancingalong the waterline –The only aster of the reef burns violetin the sun –The flies dance abovethe dunghill of […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Fishing Village
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 – […]