Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Nineteen Poems

- The sun’s late-day sloping spear

swaying stabs into the sea,

the glass skin rises trembling

and is smoothed,

the coast is green through the mist,

pale blue-red jellyfish rise

towards gold-lights,

are sucked towards the seafloor,

drift waving towards food and death –

Sun-arrows stagger and fall,

the coast turns away,

still matt-blue waves

mumbles the night of sea-waves –