Viggo Stuckenberg


Viggo Stuckenberg Poems

121. Sic Transit 6/25/2012
122. Siden — Siden — - 6/25/2012
123. Sidste Digte 6/25/2012
124. Sigbjørn Obstfelder 6/25/2012
125. Skoven 6/26/2012
126. Omkring Paa Alle Veje 6/25/2012
127. Opholdsvejr 6/25/2012
128. Over De Skumrende Linde 6/25/2012
129. Paris 6/25/2012
130. Polenzthal 6/25/2012
131. Prolog [du Kom - En Tindrende Strøm Af Sol] 6/25/2012
132. Prolog [atter En Vinter Er Svunden] 6/25/2012
133. Paa Molen 6/25/2012
134. Oktober [der Red En Ridder Ad Borgens Port] 6/25/2012
135. Oktober [stundom Ser Jeg Efteraaret] 6/25/2012
136. Skygger 6/26/2012
137. Skærsommer 6/26/2012
138. Slotsbrand 6/26/2012
139. Slotsherrens Bro 6/26/2012
140. Slottet 6/26/2012
141. Sne [det Skinner Hvidt, Hvorhen Jeg Ser] 6/26/2012
142. Snefald 6/26/2012
143. Snefnug 6/26/2012
144. Snestorm 6/26/2012
145. Snetinder 6/26/2012
146. Sol 6/26/2012
147. Solsvedet 6/26/2012
148. Sommer 6/26/2012
149. Sommeraften 6/26/2012
150. Sommerglimt 6/26/2012
151. Sommermod 6/26/2012
152. Stemmer 6/26/2012
153. Stjerner 6/26/2012
154. Stormflod 6/26/2012
155. Strandsol 6/26/2012
156. Syn 6/26/2012
157. Sørgeligt Skrigende Fugle! 6/26/2012
158. Saa Er Menneskenes Lod 6/26/2012
159. Saa Lad De Skove Slænge Det Løv 6/26/2012
160. Saa Lidt Behøves 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

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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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

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