Viggo Stuckenberg


Viggo Stuckenberg Poems

81. Min Stue 6/25/2012
82. Mismod 6/25/2012
83. Mod Den Blege Strandbred 6/25/2012
84. Morgen 6/25/2012
85. Morgen Paa Hospitalet 6/25/2012
86. Morgendug 6/25/2012
87. Munken 6/25/2012
88. Mørke 6/25/2012
89. Narrevise 6/25/2012
90. Nat 6/25/2012
91. Natteskov 6/25/2012
92. Nu Ligger Markerne Øde 6/25/2012
93. Nu Synker Solen Bag Violblaa Banker 6/25/2012
94. Nu Synker Sommerdagens Sol 6/25/2012
95. Nu, Moder, Hvor Du Stedes 6/25/2012
96. Nye Tider, Nye Taaber 6/25/2012
97. Nytaar 1884 6/25/2012
98. Nytaar 1885 6/25/2012
99. Nytaarsnat 1895-96 6/25/2012
100. Naar Arbejdsevnen Ebber 6/25/2012
101. Og Har Jeg Dyrket Dagens Sol 6/25/2012
102. Niels V. Dorph 6/25/2012
103. Nordsjælland 6/25/2012
104. November 6/25/2012
105. November 1885 6/25/2012
106. Nu Brister I Alle De Kløfter 6/25/2012
107. Oktober [der Red En Ridder Ad Borgens Port] 6/25/2012
108. Oktober [stundom Ser Jeg Efteraaret] 6/25/2012
109. Ransag Dit Hjærte, Siger Du 6/25/2012
110. Resultater 6/25/2012
111. Resultater (2) 6/25/2012
112. Retfærdighed 6/25/2012
113. Sct. Hansvers 6/25/2012
114. Se, Elskov Lyver 6/25/2012
115. Se, Nu Letter Dæmringsdisen 6/25/2012
116. Seinen 6/25/2012
117. September 6/25/2012
118. Septemberaften [jeg Stirrer Mod En Stjærne] 6/25/2012
119. Septemberaften [højt, Højt En Stjerne Staar! ] 6/25/2012
120. Serenade 6/25/2012

Comments about Viggo Stuckenberg

  • Shaun Stuckenberg (9/21/2005 12:30:00 AM)

    my name is shaun stuckenberg and i believe im am related to Viggo..how i do not know but we do have the same last name and my parents tell me im from a germen/danish decent..can anyone help me out in finding if im related to him?

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Best Poem of Viggo Stuckenberg

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 ...

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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

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