Viggo Stuckenberg


Viggo Stuckenberg Poems

201. Høststemninger (1) 6/25/2012
202. Før Jubled Nattergale, Hvor Vi Gik 6/25/2012
203. Farao 6/25/2012
204. Husker Du Den Lille Fod 6/25/2012
205. Du Elskede Den Stille Sang 6/25/2012
206. Der Er Saa Besk En Sødme 6/25/2012
207. Den Stille, Ensomme Mose 6/25/2012
208. Bob 6/25/2012
209. Der Var En Prins 6/25/2012
210. Det Er Ej Dine Hænder 6/25/2012
211. Frostnat 6/25/2012
212. Hvis Var Den Fod? 6/25/2012
213. Saa Sadler Jeg Min Hest 6/26/2012
214. Sov Sødt, Lille Lire 6/26/2012
215. Spring Ud! Du Lille Danmark 6/26/2012
216. Om Jeg Gav Dig Denne Sol 6/25/2012
217. Om Nogen Spørger Dig 6/25/2012
218. Sne [hvide Jord, Tavse Sne! ] 6/26/2012
219. Nu Lakker Det Mod Aften 6/25/2012
220. Og Skulde Jeg Fælde Den Tid, Der Gik 6/25/2012
221. Ja — Jeg Kan Skifte Mening 6/25/2012
222. Jeg Tror Paa, At Der Findes 6/25/2012
223. Jeg Er Saa Træt 6/25/2012
224. I Nat Har Det Regnet 6/25/2012
225. Kun Ét Jeg Ved 6/25/2012
226. Nej, Fingrene Er Stive 6/25/2012
227. Der Ligger En Sø Og Lyser 6/25/2012
228. Du Zeus, Som Sidder Solen Næst 6/25/2012
229. Fra Min Barndom Har Jeg Elsket Gryet 6/25/2012
230. Mit Liv Er Vokset Fra Dig Længst 6/25/2012
231. Søvnløs 6/26/2012
232. De Skal Gaa 6/25/2012
233. Maj [morgendug Og Duft Og Fugle] 6/25/2012
234. Tusind Glæder Rummer Livet 6/26/2012
235. Vel Er Livet Bittert 6/26/2012
236. Hvad Er Det Vel, Der Kævles Om 6/25/2012
237. Jeg Har Et Helgenskrin I Hus 6/25/2012
238. Jeg Kom Til Dig Med Alle Mine Klager 6/25/2012
239. Der Er Falden Lidt Sne 6/25/2012
240. Lykken Mellem To Mennesker 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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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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