Fjordscene Poetry

(not translated – original English) rocky souls on the way, wheresupreme delightis but beautifying sleep … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: such is my love

(not translated – original English) my infinite world isin the closed egg of my will … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: early morning (to carmelo)

the storm-bird had never spread its wings –the wings of the storm-bird had never stirredfluttering or … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: invincible

my Belovedcomessailingwith all,that has not yetbeen seen,never yet sensed –the sightof my Beloved’s footmakes mesuperfluous … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: cursed be the victory!

in white cloaksin white blindinghoodsknife-sharp ringsaround the necksear-splittingsoul-numbingrattling of chain –stepbystepprisoner-steps dragagainst sand –through whiteblinding … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: desert song

a foreign star mistover the skyapproaches the earth – let the star speak for itself … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: young martyr

the bush of barrenness onthe mountain of droughtawaits nothing,stands immodestempty – when the Lord’s Day … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: praised be the lord

shojoprince of the sun’s sternnessplays dead –around the stretcher standwe –mumbles struck by lightning:here rests … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: saviour

I. how I hatethe day –!quiet –, without breaksmy fingers bruise out bloodfrom hatred, hatredconstantly … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: the song of the soul

I am risingsmell-mists from acreeping night-flower –violet fogs does notexist by day,wins no faithin the … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: white hyacinth

I was the king –when I smiled,everything sat in my ring,which I could take off … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: at the threshold of reality

on the sky’s deepbottom of nightlies like coalall the love-sparks –silently theyflew one by one,black … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: morning hour

burgundy flowerunder the Lord’s skyand mine his warrior-foot,remove your love-tongue intothe snow forest – the … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: on the forest trail

standing on the 10-meter diving boardthe rosy-lean girlkisses from above theochre-yellow youngling,who reaches his armsfrom … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: intermezzo

wondrous young man,my brother,I, your brother mustnow, when we arealone in this darknight speakto your … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: my brother is wayward

aah aah, canyou see Jerusalem aah, can yousee JERUSALEMaah try toSEE Jerusalem farfar away –it … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: the teacher’s song in the open