Fjordscene Poetry

A crooked fence which wavers; a glow of sun in green windows; some worn-out clothes hung out to dry; a soot-covered wall; a tree that bows – On the stairs a girl, a beauty from the streets, in skirt and […]

It darkens in the alley now, the evening birds they flit along the tiles and touch with a smile my sweater’s sleeve Her there, the little dark one, whose laughter now we hear, now she comes towards us! Look how […]

Here in this silent alley, with the shine of many windows, where behind tiles and blackened roofs the night sky’s violet glows – Here, when the day is past I wander in the hours of dusk, knows all again and […]

One shouldn’t say: The All – for how can one in a single word sum up that which has no extent. The free will is an absurd assumption, something which operates independently and on its own in an abstract room […]

Life and death we see with our eyes, they’re sun and moon. Through the All run the sun’s life-giving, the moon’s killing and the globes subjected to life and death. Around all the diseased the moon spins its net, until […]

English Just take my books – my rhymes – my home if you should want it. Just take my sleep and dreams as well so as easier to haunt it. Should anything be left behind – some bit of mind […]

You are a shadow at day and in the night a light; you live in my laments and in my heart survive. Where I should pitch my tent, you live there with me tight; You are a shadow at day […]

So I’ve truly lost you, dear one? Have you truly from me flown? In my accustomed ears still sound your every word, its every tone. Alike the wanderer in the morning who vainly gazes skywards, when in the vast blue […]

I think of you, when the sunlight’s glitter shines on the sea; I think of you, when I the moonlight’s glimmer in twilight see. I see you there, when on the distant roads the dust arise; In deepest night, when […]

Oh! who brings the lovely days, those days of my first love, Oh! who can bring, an hour only to me of that precious time! I now nurture my wounds lonely, lament in continuous days, dreams of the lost joys […]

Tell no-one, except the Sages, for the Mass will scorn my song, among the living I shall praise the one who for fire-death long. In the coolness of the love-nights, which begat what you begot, you’re overcome with foreign feelings […]

770. Tired, Now I Go To Bed Tired, now I go to bed, resting on the pillow my head; Father, look with endless love down to my bed from above! Dear God, if I have today against your commandments strayed, […]

In the woodland’s depth and quietness where armies of singers rest, where the soul have listened often-long to the birds and their happy song. There is such idyllic peacefulness in the woodland’s loneliness, and the longings of the heart end […]

Strange in darkness to wander! Lonely is every bush and stone, no tree sees another, every one’s alone. My world was full of friendships back when my life was light, now that the darkness sets there’s no-one left in sight. […]

At greyish beach, by greyish sea and off track lies the town; the darkness press roofs heavily and through the silence roars the sea monotone through the town. Here sighs no wood, nor sings nearby the birds in month of […]

Hey all. I want to start by apologizing for the delay – I did mean to include my poetry translations earlier in the process, but I haven’t had the time to update the page before. I am happy to announce […]

Poems, poems everywhere! So, this is just an update on how far I’ve gotten with the site, right? I spent the whole day yesterday editing texts and uploading them. Adding images. Writing info text. You name it. And the day […]

I don’t claim to have all the answers these are just my thoughts; disorganized and fragmented as they come. A relentless stream that varies from gibberish to genius. But however smart they sound at least at times I do not […]

There’s a tree left behind in the rubble piles – its branches wind upwards among the bricks and tiles. I remember it clearly from childhood days where it stood so proudly during breaks right in the centre of the playground […]

One could write of the future. It’s just so hard. Because you then accept in advance that everything you write has a built-in expiration date. Since the date of your choice one day will no longer be in the future. […]