Viggo Stuckenberg Red Poems
- 1. Oktober [der Red En Ridder Ad Borgens Port]
Der red en Ridder ad Borgens Port,
han saa mod Vejens Sten;
der stod en Jomfru bag Gluggens Glar
saa bleg som død Mands Ben.
... - 2. Saa Sadler Jeg Min Hest
Saa sadler jeg min Hest!
Stræk ud! Den Vej gaar vide
langt forbi vildest Blæst,
fjernt imod Ã?sterlide!
... - 3. Bethlehemsstjærnen
Med fornem Blinken, aandssløv Plirren staar
spredt over Himlen Millioner Stjærner,
hver om 'sin' Glans med selvisk Kulde værner
og tavs om Dødens stive Slummer spaar;
... - 4. Autumn Evening
A tower stands by the edge of a wood, an old weathered tower with moss and creepers growing across the peepholes, with green moss in the cracks and corners, and withered woodbine hanging like stiff, dry hair down over the red stone. High up on the east side is the only window in the crumbling walls.
Up there behind the deep-set window a woman stands gazing out at the coming night. She is small and thin, and her hands resting on the window-sill are as white as moonlight, and her chin as pale and curved as an arum-lily. But her eyes shine black as pitch which drips from a burning torch. She stands gazing out at a plain as open as the sea, while the rooks from the wood fly off over the trees and wheel and tumble down over the crowns and cry deep in the wood. Behind her the tower room is as cold as stone in the half-light, and a cricket chirps shrilly in a crevice.
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