Fjordscene Poetry

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 […]

I bake large and hard breadsfor humanswith a sharp and acrid taste –it is not to make them full –it is to make them see,that others toomust force down the sharp mouthfuls,which tear like sand in the bowelsand which the […]

– happiness –,says humans –eats themselves fulland lay down two and two – – happiness –,they complain –and attempt to dream themselves fulland warm – – happiness –,humans rage –and the piles of food crawlfrom one side to the other […]

when I was ten years old,I walked on the beachand tightened my young musclesfor you, inga –I waded between stones –I carried heavy pointed stonesto your port, inga –I with my bare boy’s feetin the clear seaweed-flowering water –and you […]

we lived in daysamong soaking wet, whipping sails –and black nightsin darkness and pouring water – we wore our hands to boneson stone-hard, biting ropes –and the muscles fought in despairwith arms-thick, steel-cold chains –then we laid hibernating for an […]

wanted to go up to the stars –on the stars there is light and cool –gathered all my strength,and I jumped so that the world sang –the stars flew out to greet me –on the stars there is light and […]

it rains – rains –the air is grey and milky,the streets wet and cold,the humans paleand damp like sick birds,I walk and walk,while it just rains,hopelessly –the sky hangs like a dark wallbetween us and the sunand the heat.in the […]

– if I had a brain,with a thousand needle-thin threads –– if I had a brain,as smooth as a newly peeled egg –– but I have a brain,which just barely can glimpsea light on a misty sky –too strong after […]

– bareheaded I fished along the cliffs –the sun sprinkled burning needlesinto my naked hair – – when the storm has splintered the wavesagainst the cliffs,the foam lies rockinglike corks on the water,like a running girl’sshort warm breath – – […]