Viggo Stuckenberg Summer Poems
- 1. Sol
Der sang en Sisken for min Dør,
det lød som Fløjt i Mosens Rør,
naar Foraarsvinden synger;
jeg slog mit Vindve hastigt op, -
... - 2. Seinen
Jeg staar hver Morgen ved Pont neuf og ser
paa dine brede, morgenfriske Vande,
imens Paris i Dagen dukker frem
og stryger Nattens Dunster fra sin Pande
... - 3. Ingeborg
IV
Unfolding in all of the furrows
that lined and burst open my mind,
all kinds of beautiful fl owers
... - 4. Snow
It is a long way, a long way away in the land where all the Fairy Tales happen.
Out on a flat, snowcovered, endless barren field squats a tumbledown hut, and in the hut's only room sits a bent old man breathing on the ice on the windowpane. He is staring out over the lonely snow-plain which is empty, cold and trackless, while and sterile all the way to the frost-blue clouds on the horizon. The old man's breath spreads like thin steam over the pane, and freezes. The frost creaks in the woodwork. The cold steals in from outside through cracks and chinks, and long icicles hang down from the eaves like a lattice in front of the window.
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