Fjordscene Poetry

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 –

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 […]

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 […]

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 –