Fjordscene Poetry

I am the last flower of the harvest.I was rocked in the cradle of summerand set to watch for the north wind,red flames burst outon my white cheek.I am the last flower of the harvest,I am the dead spring’s youngest […]

Our sisters wear multicoloured garments,our sisters stand near the water and sing,our sisters sit on rocks and wait,they have water and air in their basketsand call it flowers.But I throw my arms around a cross and cry.I was once as […]

No bird strays into my remote corner,no black swan that comes with longing,no white gull predicting storm…In the rock-shadow my wildness watches,ready to flee at the slightest rustle, for approaching steps…Bluey and silent is my world, the ecstatic…I have a […]

For the sake of my own paleness I love red, blue and yellow,the great whiteness is sorrowful like the snowy twilightwhen Snow White’s mother sat by the window and wished for black and red as well.The longing of the colours […]

Far away from happiness I lie asleep on an island in the sea.The fogs rise and fall and the wind shifts,I dream uneasy dreams about wars and bacchanals,and that my beloved stands on a ship and watchesthe flying swallows and feels […]

I am no woman. I am a neutrum.I am a child, a page and a quick decision,I am a laughing stripe of scarlet sun…I am a net for all ferocious fish,I am a toast to the honour of all women,I […]

Violet twilights I carry inside me from my ancient past,naked virgins at play with galloping centaurs…Yellow sunny days with sparkling appearances,sunbeams only worthily envelop a loving female body…The man hasn’t come, has never been, shall never be…The man is a fake […]

God is a bed we rest on in the Allpure as angels, with saintly blue eyes that answer the greetings of the stars;god is a pillow we rest the head on, god is a support for our feet;god is a […]

It is a stripe of sea which glistens greyat the edge of the sky,it has a dark blue wallresembling land,this is where my longing lingersbefore it flies home.

I am a stranger in this countrythat lies deep beneath the grasping sea,the sun looks down here with curving raysand the air flows between my hands.I was told that I was born imprisoned –that I would recognize no face here.Was […]

You, who’ve never left the land of your garden,have you ever stood longing at the fenceand seen how the evening fades to blueon dreaming trails? Was it not a foretaste of uncried tearsthat burned like fire on your tongue,when a […]

Transparent are the days of autumn,painted on the golden bottom of the forest…The days of autumn smile to all the world.It is so lovely to sleep without wishes,full of flowers and tired of all the green,with the wine’s red reed […]

Of all our sunlit worldI wish only for a garden benchwhere a cat is enjoying the sun…There I would sitwith a letter held to my chest,one single small letter.That’s what my dream looks like…

Silvery moonlit night,the blueing night ripples,glistening ripples without numberfollow each after the other.Shadows fall on the road,the bushes on the beach cry quietly,black giants guard the silver of the beach.The deep stillness in the midst of summer,sleep and dream –the moon […]

Where new eyes look at old timesas strangers without a heart…I long towards my old graves,my melancholy greatness cries bitter tearswhich nobody sees.I live incessantly in the sweetness of old daysamong strangers who build new citieson blue hills up against the […]

I.The day turns cool towards evening…Drink the warmth of my hand,my hand has the warm blood of springtime.Take my hand, take my white arm,take the longing of my shoulders…Wondrous to feel,one sole night, a night like this,your heavy head on my […]

I saw a tree that was larger than all othersand full of inaccessible cones,I saw a large church with open doorsand all the ones coming out were pale, strong,ready to die;I saw a woman, smiling and greasepaintedthrowing dice over her […]

In Denmark you’ll find house by house, some thousand small ones on a line, with reddish roofs and chimney smoke which smells of dinner time. Some thousand yards with flowerbeds where herbs and asters grow – church towers behind hillsides, […]

In the cold room where the candle splutters in its stick, she lies, the dead, thereon the bed ‘tween rags, covered with a sheet. On the wall her shadow is shifting fantastically in the gloomy stillness. – Good, she found […]

Down there in the alley life is noisy and people yell and deal with their affairs – Here in my wigwam all is peace and quiet, and everything is how I want it here. See over rooftops the clear sky […]