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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
    • 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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I primarily translate poetry, and primarily from the languages: Danish, Swedish and German – into English.

I originally started translating poetry in order to make the works of Gustaf Munch-Petersen available in English – both so that I could share it with friends (and later, by extension, with the world at large), and as a sort of tribute. After translating his entire oeuvre, I went ahead with translating Edith Södergran in the same manner.

My other translations are more sporadic, and count poems that are meaningful to me – intended to stand on their own as they are.

I try my hardest to maintain the content of the poems without sacrifizing rhyme and meter – but if small alterations of the former are necessary in order to get the latter to work, I may choose to do so. I am, after all, a poet before I am a translator.

Category: Translations

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: to you

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

it is to you,I speak –! what aredreaming animalsand great joycompared with the noiseof raging stomachsand pained sexes –? idiocy –! notdo my stomach rage anymore,and always have I loved,and not can I still the noise – but it isto […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: nomads

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

like the feet of newborn  childrenyour eyes are during longing –go –!go –!along the strangely speaking rivers,which give birth to the forestsand fill them with answers –o, the forests,cowering the riverslike listening melancholy snakes –,and drag the sky down over […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: beggar

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

what are you screaming for –you goddamn fool,you limp belly-filler –what in hell are you screaming for –can’t you help yourself,you pale bowlegged loser –,then I will of course jumpout between the sharksand drag you back on shore –you asshole […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: the dancer Elisabet

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

elisabet’s soulhad legs like the darkest notesin a violincelwith dancing feet – but her fatherwith the blonde beard,died,and elisabet always cried – her tears were largeand transparent like globesof champagne –and these tears luredthe men with the three-quarter souls – […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: you

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

dying the little one lay –a thin cry –minutes like millions of detestable flies –burning anxiety hammers against small temples –cynically slow you wentthrough the night –you painted fear-crosses –,hour after hour –small eyes – small fingerssurrendered bit by bitto the flies […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: the girl Else

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

once you were scared –now you sit with the freedom –your heart weighs nothing –,o you are free –– – –always you hold up your smoky smilein front of your eyes,before you look at the others,who don’t know the fearof mute […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Ivigtut

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

the hundred mendig out stonesfor eleven hours –,and fill great shipsand foreign stock-holders,for whom they don’t give a shit –(eleven hours – ) and the hundred menpour champagneinto souls,which the city of longingought to fear,and couldn’t filltwo years ago – […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: a good woman

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

your bitternessis a lie –your altruismlooking after wounds .you were born –! you will not take charity –what do you have to give –?what do you have –,which you weren’t given –?see your holy dutytowards yourself, which you’ve been given […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: martyrs

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

you, who cowed your mouths –,forced your eyes outwards –,I toolove you,who first turned the whipagainst own dreamsand said: lay down!and then stretched the swordoverthe small and fallentowards the large and cheeky –,forgetting own tearsfor others’ suffering –I love you – […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: swamp

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

I have a soul –for over a yearI have twisted and turned it,writhed it and smoothed it – the more I scrubbed,the cleaner it became –the more I stabbed,the more it hurt –and I noticed thiswith worry and seriousness – […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: rival

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

weak and good you are –I will slit your throatin a short and light cut –,and forget you –but it doesn’t help my beloved –you gave her everything,what you had –I gave her more –I gave her something great,which I […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: the castle

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

you my little girl –,you are the mute country itself –,where the roads, which have no name,lead rows of beaststhrough days upwardswith covered burdens to the castle – and way way downa giant giant mile-wide plainwith prides of munching gloss-hooved […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: my baby

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

when you can’tlove my baby,nothing matters – it doesn’t matter,that you never sleep –,that your features drilllike roots, which never descends –,that you love me – day and nightday and nightmy baby countsthe fragments of my heart,re-orders them –when my […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: nothing else

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

I’m just swayinghere in the grasswhich swayssings of bitehere in the dark yellow flowershere together with my little drumI hate thin voicesridiculously high voicesI have a crumbling mumble myselfI’m just sayingthat you should stay herestay here –you lose somethingif you […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: love

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

I came to the city,where all people live –and I saw with great pain,that everybody was hexagonal,dodecagonal or octagonal –those, whom I didn’t know,laughed and said, I was an egg –and those, who loved me,turned grey and lamented,for one single […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: the boy’s lament

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

where can I hidewhere can I hide,o tonight they will all comethey will all come from all over the world –o does there not exista single hiding placejust a single hiding placefor metonight –I am so scaredI shall die of […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: confession

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

priestess –!I pay tribute to you – finished your destiny rests –surewith giant bolts all the way through the earth –,unshakeable, like that, which has happened –,sure as the fall –one desireis your life – you know the great goal –among […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: wait

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

she waits –nothing is too great –bent over she sits –the brow stares –the night strings long longhumming velvet-bands through her open pupils –quietly the nostrils gropechoosing from the abundance –nothing is too great –patiently upwards-turned palms awaitsthe first drop –

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: laughter

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

in despairI hurt the shrine,which you with temples and everythinghad bound with the thread of lovebeneath my heart,and it fell –among low remainsI saw you walkforever – long I wentcarrying my mad laughteramong the ruins –many came –none could build […]

  • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
  • The Lowest Country
15 Feb, 202015

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: don’t speak to me

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

so quietso quiet –don’t speak –! very very carefullyI must tread,if I am to find anything –,and alone I must go,if I am to find anything – yet I have found nothing –I have neitherfound my houseor my belovedor my […]

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