Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Nineteen Poems

October rainstorm whips from the land,

the sea cowers,

the downpour streaks shrieking,

low and black, pressing down the sea –

The water sinks

the reefs lie bare,

an anchored ship

stands towering high, engulfed in mist,

a woman on deck

with binoculars sees nothing –

Over the land an early moon

glides through smoking clouds –

A small boat floats

reeling towards the port –