Viggo Stuckenberg


Viggo Stuckenberg Poems

161. Tag Vinen Væk 6/26/2012
162. Tidligt Foraar 6/26/2012
163. Til Georg Brandes 6/26/2012
164. Til Min Gudsøn 6/26/2012
165. Tre Kærlinger Fløj Til Bloksbjærg 6/26/2012
166. Undertiden Gaar Éns Liv I Staa 6/26/2012
167. Ved Stranden 6/26/2012
168. Ved Aarhundred-Skiftet Nytaarsnat 6/26/2012
169. Venus Fra Milo 6/26/2012
170. Vestre Kirkegaard 6/26/2012
171. Vig Fra Mig, Satanas! 6/26/2012
172. Vilde Kørvel 6/26/2012
173. Vildvin 6/26/2012
174. Villaveje 6/26/2012
175. Vinter 6/26/2012
176. Vinteraften [bag Horisontens Bjærgblaa Skyer] 6/26/2012
177. Vinternat 6/26/2012
178. Vølunds Ed (1) 6/26/2012
179. Vølunds Ed (2) 6/26/2012
180. Vølunds Ed (3) 6/26/2012
181. Vølunds Ed (4) 6/26/2012
182. Vølunds Ed (5) 6/26/2012
183. Vaardis 6/26/2012
184. Vaarstemning 6/26/2012
185. Vinteraften [først En Skov Af Sorte Stammer] 6/26/2012
186. Om Jeg Bøjed 6/25/2012
187. Paa Aaen 6/25/2012
188. Paasketid 6/25/2012
189. Skumring 6/26/2012
190. Nu Er Det Just Den Fagre Tid 6/25/2012
191. Min Færd Kan Gaa Saa Vide 6/25/2012
192. Løvspring 6/25/2012
193. Juni 6/25/2012
194. Jeg Sad Med Lykkens Guld I Fang 6/25/2012
195. Lærken Synger Den Hele Dag 6/25/2012
196. Jeg Var Barn Den Gang, Jeg Vandt Dig 6/25/2012
197. Jeg Ved, At Verden Er En Gard 6/25/2012
198. Det Er Saa Liflig Hvile 6/25/2012
199. Ja, Du! Ifald.. 6/25/2012
200. Høst 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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