Fjordscene Poetry

You called me forth and I stumbled out into this light that blinds me. “Well, here I am – what is it that you wanted out of me? Not what you get? I see.” Well, here I stay mindful of […]

I am a shadow standing in the all-consuming Light – the darkness making possible the day, since the day could not exist without the night. Without my darkness you would never see the light since what is everywhere is never […]

My new poetry collection is finally ready! Starting Monday the 23rd, ‘Light Requires Darkness’ will come dripping down the pipe one poem a day (a two-month process). If you feel impatient, a downloadable PDF-file will be made available of the […]

I haven’t written essays in a long time, and thought I was done with them – which is why I haven’t mentioned anything of the kind in my recent announcements of plans. However…

Okay, everybody. I have been working hard on finishing up a lot of things recently – not least of all, the website you’re currently at. Now that I mostly have that out of the way, I can start focusing on […]

In Denmark you’ll find house by house, some thousand small ones on a line, with reddish roofs and chimney smoke which smells of dinner time. Some thousand yards with flowerbeds where herbs and asters grow – church towers behind hillsides, […]

In the cold room where the candle splutters in its stick, she lies, the dead, thereon the bed ‘tween rags, covered with a sheet. On the wall her shadow is shifting fantastically in the gloomy stillness. – Good, she found […]

Down there in the alley life is noisy and people yell and deal with their affairs – Here in my wigwam all is peace and quiet, and everything is how I want it here. See over rooftops the clear sky […]

Now it’s quiet in the alley, and the evening noises cease; the last lamp is turned off behind the window sheets. Come, we shall walk together in this night, the gloomy, while all other souls rest and the streets glisten […]

The beduin pulls his tentpole out of the sand and sharpens his sword; then he travels through the desert under the night stars’ glow. He’s bored by the whispers of palm trees, of the homely dishes the sight – but […]

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 […]