J. Th. Lundbye (1818-48). Danish painter, drawer and graphic artist
My Lundbye ecstasy
I was not myself, I was Lundbye,
sat securely on a child’s stool in mid-nature,
happily alone in the open landscape.
The low-lying plain, the sky’s oceans
were noted down and on the paper filled
as little as the shadow of a clover leaf.
And I gained eyes. Everything flew open like doors –
I drew away and wrote, I did not want
the dream to fly away. I was stubborn.
I held on tight. There I sat, twelve years old
with the world like a dog at my feet.
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