poet Viggo Stuckenberg

Viggo Stuckenberg

Ingeborg

IV
Unfolding in all of the furrows
that lined and burst open my mind,
all kinds of beautiful fl owers
at summer’s most gentle wind.
For two who love one another
can torture each other far worse
than all enemies put together
can wreak vengeance over the earth
And two who love one another
can heal wounds beyond all repair
just if they look at each other
and smooth down each other’s hair.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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