Fjordscene Poetry

I complained –:greater than everything was my beloved –,greater than everything – and I went – an evening by the sleeping riverI remembered,that the song about the great loveis played most wondrously with two stickson a piece of wood –

he staggeredand I caught his eyes –oh like wonderfully silenthelpless birds’ hearts they werewith the power of the great pain,which is art,shining in a glossy sea –o weakness assaulted me like a stormand I hit – a night, where one […]

ellen –, not was it my intention –ellen, today I will cometo pick you –lay something on the deep woundstoday –, just today –I shall pick you –you shallwe’ll go and eat under the trees –I do not know where […]

the rain came –,and the men crouchedholding their rags of clothes up under their belliestheir backs blinking like oil pools in the nightand swayed back and forth,to pass the time –,their wet cheeks chewed sunflower-seeds,while the water ranand filled the […]

it was not god – the hands playedlike children in the dust of the road,and his eyes fluttered like white butterflies –and he whispered –: why do you hide your dreams-?why do you carry faces in front of your dreams […]

it is as ifno stream can drown meno sorrow choke mecompletely –it is as iflove comes to meover all seas,because a soft chord always swaysinside me –

on the road my heartbecame too heavy to carryhere I laid this part of itat the roadsidebut this as well belongs to you –herethe place, where I last restedand had to lay this –this as well belongs to you –over […]

we are human –why blame each otherfor being nothing but –

your quiet laughtermade the gnawing sinsand wasted lives of othersa merry dance on sun-green meadows – I see the despairing fight,which tore your own mind to shreds –, and I remain silent –

on your sharp tubercular facethe calm of wisdom lay in sad smiles – your goodnesswas the helpful humor of your racetrained under the hot caresses of the inquisition – your faithhad the strength of clarityand the mildness of understanding –

– my beloved is beautiful –she awakens with her beautythe lurking tiger of my desire,and wipes the foam off its mouthwith the hands of her beauty –– my beloved is strong –she bathes my wounded limbsin the strong sea of […]

to draw arabesques of wordsis the comfort of lovesick younglings – I will cut stonesand sleep – I make a fist of my hand in my pocketand push the hat backwards, and art is beautiful again –

dear –,I do not know, if your mind carries hidden wounds,I do not know your light and your dark hours,not your everyday’s –, but your smiles – you took my unrest,you gave my searching body rest –by you I was […]

I am only human,but one day I shalltear up the mountains of the earthand let them rattleby the ears of those who sleep –I am only human,but one day I shalltake the sun down from heavenand shine into all dark […]

the words reached outlike willing hands towards us:waitsee, you are young,see your narrow shoulders,your unfinished features –see life stands timidlylike a stranger among you –hear the quick steps of your thoughts,when they flee each other,and wait –do you now let […]

– you I dare not love –your vast softly-embracing lovelays down itself like oilon the restless sea of my youth – – while I still intoxicated sleepbetween your rocking limbs,you, laughing, emptymy quiver of arrows – – you I will not […]

– I sit reading – sometimes I look up – my thoughts roll ahead – slowly and unwillingly – soft like poison gas, which sucking glides along the earth – – I have some little wound – an irrelevant little […]

I had seen so much large and high,that I wanted to run singing through the world,so people should turn aroundand understand, what I knew – and I ran – singing –and people turned around,but they understood nothing,for there were no […]

I sang to my beloved:how happy I am!I went and shot myself,in pain and agony –she thanked the lord,that I was happy –

– I will build myself a house –I alone –I shall carry the stones myself –the sweat must sprout like hot springfrom my shoulders –the veins must lie like thousand-year-old treeson my brow –my house shall be big and tall:bigger and […]