Fjordscene Poetry

dear little brother Søren,do not letyour patheticmorning-soul disfigureyour of the Lordilluminated garnet cheekswith your half-heartedport wine tears – – – – | remember Søren,that it is a thousand foldbetter to haveseen the Lord your God’simage from your brandy’slight-coloured mountain,than to […]

the dove brush againstthe secretary’s temple –his engagement ring went downon the table –:I wish tosense a falcon’s nest and hearthe youngsters cry outin the flagstaff of life –I wish, tosee moose swima wading mile throughmoon-flood and swamp-sparklingsecrets –I wish, […]

it is not like that –you CAN see throughthe heaviest darkness –it is completely different –you can turn around, andyou will justhave to walk a few stepsmore –you can change course, andyou will justhave to change courseonce more –when the newrealm comes likea clean […]

everything about hu-mans isirrelevant andaccidental exceptthe path, they take –their stuff,their facesand their shoes –on the goodpaths walkthe good –,and on the evilpaths walkthe evil –everything else isGod’s entertainment musicon the roadtowards good, orGod’s entertainmentmusic on the roadtowards evil –the […]

– in the yellow flower of the yearover a thousand distant roadsshines oldquenching tear –high high along crisp stemsdroplets clingingrun towards the forgetfulness of the sea –when every last tear has run,the earth will arise from the bathwith the surge […]

green golden smoke sails from the peace of havannaand blows at middayrosy shades of sun through the conifersdown to earth’s stupidity – in the corners of the sun’s mouth is to be readthe truth about the earth:the earth is fine […]

from today on the whole world is more different, than ever before – today has it, and thereby also I, entered a whole new phase – the earth, humanity and I myself run from today on unfathomable risks, and perhaps […]

he was found under the lemon trees –he was forced into marriage at nineteen –he lost his manhood at marne –and he births eleven beggars – the sincerityin the run of fleeing elephants –:your walk –silent, free of hungeryour eyes […]

you await the night –your blood boils slowly bubblingin the sun –,creeping your teeth laughsharp and white –,playing glides your walk –playing safelyyour body hangs against the wallall day in shadow –deep in cold pupilsa child cries despairinglyforgotten –,tired till […]

they herded goatsand I spread out my feet in the sunon capo san andreae –black-eyed, seven-year-old and smilingthe oldest came and begged for cigarettes –when he left,he did three somersaultsand laughed –brown-cheeked, tear-stripedthe little one cameand sighing laid five yellow […]

everybody sang – salvatore bambarasat aloneand looked at his hands –then he lifted his eyessmilinglistening –o they are happyand it is my words, they sing,and nobody knows –mine –,and nobody knows –,o lovely –!

in the midday suna bird singsin a cage the size of a hat – through closed gratingspale song seeps –thin voices singbent over sicilian embroideries –along white and yellow threadsthe words drip –– – –sixteen-year-olds – seventeen-year-olds –gratings between them […]

a white owlsailed inaudiblytowards a cypress –,and four starssimultaneously deserted the skyand laid down on the sea –from the highest mountaintopa donkey crieda raw stinking toneof despairing injustice –

god-child, whom I love –!how many must I beat –? shall I always cometo your smile, which says:poor killing god-man –? you know they can’t sufferonly bleed –only try –only die – how long god-child –?shall my sun-heart always roamalways […]

(for Fannie Hurst) o great happinessgreat happiness have they got,who were born in the lowest country –everywhere you can see themwanderinglovingcrying –everywhere they walk,but in their hands they carry little thingsfrom the lowest country –– – –o greater than all […]

leave my eyes alonefrom your painleave my eyes alonefrom your pain –! I have the sorrowsof a whole worldcursesand wildnesssomewhere –a whole accursed world’s wild sorrowsI have –I danceI dance – leave me alone –!I haveall kinds of lovein a […]

listen –!hear the wounded mansway slowlyslowly and vaguelywith a large palm-treehe swaysthe palm stretches bendingthe palm arisesthe palm swayslonger thinner lightningswaysshrinking thickeningsinkingslowly in a pleasing distant soundover a rattling lake of black heartssmall waves of flat shining heartsquickly rolling ebonite-wavestripping […]

(a fragment) just to fetter meshe took my flower – with the daggerwith the daggerI stabbed her –ha – ha – ha – loneliness is great –do you know,where the new flowers are –,dagger mine –?

through these nightsI hearthe queen’s eye call – but the queen sleepsamong palm-winds –it is onlyher eye, which calls – the queen no longerneeds me –it is I, who needher – – – – | easy to find the southern […]

a sunday morningyou gave bloodto your most beloved dream – your body sang of great happiness –,the dream died –,and you gave birth to me – mother, the dead –,the dream –it was me, you gave birth to –,o you […]