jan oskar hansen Poems

Vast grassland rolling hills and a river that has trout
that taste of mud, and one only fry and eat when
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Got a letter today, my half sister’s
Meager possessions have been divided,
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The sea is cooler to day than yesterday,
the sand is damp underfoot, in the bay
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Walked passed the field, where eight sheep
grazed, on my way to woods- I was awed by
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At last, I had made it, after traveling through many lands and
seen the infant moon, I was here in my street, it was empty;
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The big fat Plymouth sat on the window sill
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Tropical morning, it had rained in
the night and streets looked bright,
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Steamed up window, with my finger I paint
a landscape, mountain forest and a lake; the peak
cries into the lake which becomes a vast ocean,
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My wine glass is full of moonlight, drank it
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The church bells tolled heavily
in the middle of the night,
then slower and slower till a metallic
whisper and silence.
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