The Lowest Country

he was found under the lemon trees –he was forced into marriage at nineteen –he … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Nino

you await the night –your blood boils slowly bubblingin the sun –,creeping your teeth laughsharp … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Santo Cacopardi

they herded goatsand I spread out my feet in the sunon capo san andreae –black-eyed, … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: brothers

everybody sang – salvatore bambarasat aloneand looked at his hands –then he lifted his eyessmilinglistening … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Salvatore Bambara

in the midday suna bird singsin a cage the size of a hat – through … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: sun

a white owlsailed inaudiblytowards a cypress –,and four starssimultaneously deserted the skyand laid down on … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: summer night

god-child, whom I love –!how many must I beat –? shall I always cometo your … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: song

(for Fannie Hurst) o great happinessgreat happiness have they got,who were born in the lowest … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: the lowest country

leave my eyes alonefrom your painleave my eyes alonefrom your pain –! I have the … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: dance

listen –!hear the wounded mansway slowlyslowly and vaguelywith a large palm-treehe swaysthe palm stretches bendingthe … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: melody

(a fragment) just to fetter meshe took my flower – with the daggerwith the daggerI … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: on the mountain

through these nightsI hearthe queen’s eye call – but the queen sleepsamong palm-winds –it is … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: too late

a sunday morningyou gave bloodto your most beloved dream – your body sang of great … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: blood

it is to you,I speak –! what aredreaming animalsand great joycompared with the noiseof raging … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: to you

like the feet of newborn  childrenyour eyes are during longing –go –!go –!along the strangely … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: nomads

what are you screaming for –you goddamn fool,you limp belly-filler –what in hell are you … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: beggar

elisabet’s soulhad legs like the darkest notesin a violincelwith dancing feet – but her fatherwith … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: the dancer Elisabet

dying the little one lay –a thin cry –minutes like millions of detestable flies –burning anxiety … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: you

once you were scared –now you sit with the freedom –your heart weighs nothing –,o you … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: the girl Else

the hundred mendig out stonesfor eleven hours –,and fill great shipsand foreign stock-holders,for whom they … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Ivigtut