Fjordscene Poetry

the red suns turns small and distant,desire sinks like a limp rubber-animal –glued-together limbs loosenslowly bursting –happy smiles with eyes closed –timid kisses – not as a request,but as: how lovely it was –hair is brushed aside –the bodies push […]

the grey iron bed,the faint grey-green lighton the matt grey door to number 14 – with fingers in tight yellow-grey skinthe nurse gives me my powder –my consciousness floats awayin a heavy, wooly mist – then I hear through the […]

– I think, most people are clever –not so happy, but clever and thoughtful – – I seek a friend – – he shall walk hand in hand with me,and he shall say:I know nothing either – understand nothing,except that […]

I did not become what you expected –I became everything you had feared –you let me grow upsustained by your privations.you raised me with hidden tears –raised meto live your life – continue it –shall I say:that is how you […]

not that thought,that I still walk on the path –that I still have the safe mountain wallby my side –that flowers grow there –and that the grass muffles the hardness of the step –that the cliff irradiates the heat of the sun […]

man and woman –black square sofawith pale flowers –the large light’s turned off –a faint lamp burnsyellow – they kiss each otherlong –they squeeze each otherhard –as if there was something,which may not be – her shoulders are bare –breaststhrough […]

– with hard iron-bootsI will stepand turn my iron-heel – – a woman sits cryingon an unmade bed –yesterday the sheets were white and smooth,yesterday her child lived – – with hardiron-bootsI will stepand turn my iron-heel,to squash the laughing […]

it is life,where ice-cold downpours whip the earth cleanand free of dirt,where lightnings spread the shady fogs,which cover the old shit, in the dark rooms –it is life,when the unhealthy, pale amphibians,which lurk with red eyes,shrink and crackin the sun’s […]

human –whether you are strong, and your voice is heard by many,or you are small and weak,whether you are dumb or clever,what is that compared with all the restin the world –nothing –the mountains are tall or low,the roses red […]

you are a little horse wagonwith bells on it –merrily tripping horse –the sun glittersin the red face of the driver,white lilacs –happy peoplebabble –men and cigars,wives with coffeeand thermos –Sunday,naturally –

– we set our nets and hooksin filmy stillwater –we fetched them again in the morning –then the water could belike sloping green walls,falling down into dust – – some nights we got a good catch –then the nets lookedlike […]

I stumbled around in darkness,and I felt cold. I had beaten the ones,I cared for. I had stolen from the oneswho wished me well. I was evil and ugly,and no woman would smile at me. and I stared at my impure […]

square womanin a window –green rubber apron –starry eyeslook down at a little black dogby a lamppost. –bare blue armssometimesshe is bentover a white cold glossy bucket –she wrings the cloth –white foamy soap-watergushes in fine hard jetsout between red […]

do not believe,that the softly sounding tonesare from the most delicate strings –rather believethe sharp and cold tones,when strings are tightened too hard –do not believe,that the roaring strokescome from the strongest wings –rather believethe forced calmbefore the cliff rattles […]

we understood nothing,knew nothing,and we comforted each otherwe doubted together –but one daymy world became clear,and my sky light and warm –that dayI saw,I heard it,and I understood,why the earth before was grey,and why the sky now was light –but […]

I love you not,but I will come to youone day,when the wind hangs lazily high up above the sun,like a child who has played itself tired – I will come to you on the beach,where the rocks lie like loose […]

there are those,who every night rest on the same branchand only eat out of the right bowl. there are those,who every morning sing the same songand always to the same beloved,always only to one god. there are those,who only follow one […]

– you can hear it along the streetand down at the quay:that the fishermen dance at the inn – – and lord my god, how they dancelike large petroleum motorsand barrels on their way down the stairs,it is sturdy legs […]

– heavy, large, swayingwith thin, cold coatsthe mothers rock into the milk sales,the food courts,the clothing shops –– hasty gazes into oilcloth bags,glossy bags with many five cents,two cents,twentyfive cents –sighing glances in light wallets –careful questions:if there wasn’t something cheaper,smaller […]

I do not workwith my hands,not for the betterment of society –I waste away the daysby thinking endless thoughts.the days, which passemptywithout result –I wander the streetsday after day –I look at humans and doubt —— until now I have not learned to […]