The only thing I am able to find by Jensen is a rough google translation of his poem At Memphis Station.
At Memphis Station
Half awake and half asleep
proposed by a clammy reality, but still distant
in a home of Gus Danai disks Dreams
I stand and Chopper Teeth
Station at Memphis, Tennessee.
The night is so desolate and extinguished
and rain scourged the earth
with a vidløs, dark energy
Everything is klægt and impenetrable.
Why is this train hour after hour?
Why is my fate have been stopped here?
Shall I flee from the rain and vexation of spirit
in Denmark, India and Japan
to count in and rot in Memphis,
And now the day. Light seeps joyless
against this wet prison.
Day exposes mercilessly
the cold rails and all the black Sølle
Waiting room with Chocolate Machine,
Orange Peel, Cigar and Match Snippets
The day laughs through with spyende Gutters
and a lattice of eternal rain
Rain, I tell you from heaven and the earth.
How the world is deaf and uflyttelig,
where the Creator has talent!
And why do I pay my Quota
this plebian Kneippkur of a life!
Quiet! See where machine
the mighty creature, standing quietly seething
and wraps himself in the smoke, it is patience.
Turn the pipe on a fasting life
curse God, and throat your pain!
However, so go away and stay in Memphis!
Your life is anyway nothing
than an acid rain, and your destiny
was always hanging delayed
in one or another miserable waiting room—
Stay in Memphis, Tennessee!
For inside one of these plakathujeude Houses
Happiness awaits you, good luck,
if you can just eat your impatience—
Again sleep a round young virgin
with ear buried in her hair,
she will get you in meeting
one fine day on the street
as a wave of fragrance
with an expression as if she knew you.
Is not it spring?
The rain falls not fertile?
Sounds not like a love murmur,
a long subdued Kærlighedspassiar
Foot to foot
between the rain and the earth?
The day dawned so full of sorrow,
but see now light rain fell!
During the day you are not its Kampret?
However, it is now bright. And who turns compost smell
in between Perro’s rusty Jærnstivere
mixed with Regnstøvets framework breath—
a Foraarsanels –
is it not comfort?
And now, look how Mississippi
in his bed of flooded forests
wakes from the day!
See how giant river enjoying her kink!
Where the subcutaneous fat in the royal bow and swing fleets
of trees and ragged driftwood in its vertebrae!
See where it leads an extremely Paddle steamer
Flood in his arms
as a dancer, there are men on the floor!
See the sunken Isthmus—Oh what urmægtig Ro
over the landscape of drowned forests!
Do you not see where the flor Morning Vande
dresses mile wide with Today’s frugal Lighting
and wander around during the pregnant clouds!
Fat you also you, unforgiving!
You will never forget that you promised you eternity?
Is your ground your arms gratitude?
What are you going with your Elskerhjærte?
Hold up and stay in Memphis,
Become a Citizen in the marketplace,
go and livsassurer you among the other,
pay your premium by Lumpenhed,
that they may know themselves safe for you
and you should not be poured out of the association.
Woo hin Lady with Roses and Gold ring
and start a Savskæreri as other men.
Hank quiet up in rubber boots . . .
See you out, smoke your pipe show
sphinxforladte in Memphis . . .
Ah, there comes the wretched freight train
we have waited for six hours.
It comes slowly—with crushed Pages
the whistle weak, paralyzes the wagons on three wheels
and they blew Ruf drips of soil and sludge.
But the trend between the coals
are four characters
covered by blodvaade overcoats.
Since our great snort Express Machine,
go forward a little and stop sighing deeply
and stands ready to leap. The trail is free.
And we travel further
through the flooded woods
during rainfall yawning locks.