Viggo Stuckenberg


Viggo Stuckenberg Poems

121. Sct. Hansvers 6/25/2012
122. Se, Elskov Lyver 6/25/2012
123. Se, Nu Letter Dæmringsdisen 6/25/2012
124. Seinen 6/25/2012
125. Septemberaften [jeg Stirrer Mod En Stjærne] 6/25/2012
126. Septemberaften [højt, Højt En Stjerne Staar! ] 6/25/2012
127. Serenade 6/25/2012
128. Sic Transit 6/25/2012
129. Siden — Siden — - 6/25/2012
130. Sidste Digte 6/25/2012
131. Sigbjørn Obstfelder 6/25/2012
132. Skoven 6/26/2012
133. Oktober [der Red En Ridder Ad Borgens Port] 6/25/2012
134. Oktober [stundom Ser Jeg Efteraaret] 6/25/2012
135. Skygger 6/26/2012
136. Skærsommer 6/26/2012
137. Slotsbrand 6/26/2012
138. Slotsherrens Bro 6/26/2012
139. Slottet 6/26/2012
140. Sne [det Skinner Hvidt, Hvorhen Jeg Ser] 6/26/2012
141. Snefald 6/26/2012
142. Snefnug 6/26/2012
143. Snestorm 6/26/2012
144. Snetinder 6/26/2012
145. Sol 6/26/2012
146. Solsvedet 6/26/2012
147. Sommer 6/26/2012
148. Sommeraften 6/26/2012
149. Sommerglimt 6/26/2012
150. Sommermod 6/26/2012
151. Stemmer 6/26/2012
152. Stjerner 6/26/2012
153. Stormflod 6/26/2012
154. Strandsol 6/26/2012
155. Syn 6/26/2012
156. Sørgeligt Skrigende Fugle! 6/26/2012
157. Saa Er Menneskenes Lod 6/26/2012
158. Saa Lad De Skove Slænge Det Løv 6/26/2012
159. Saa Lidt Behøves 6/26/2012
160. Tag Vinen Væk 6/26/2012

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

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.

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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 woodw

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