Poems of oskar hansen
|2.||...and it was Her Summer||4/24/2009|
|3.||...and sweet was my love||5/11/2009|
|4.||25th of december||12/26/2009|
|5.||3 new haiku||5/30/2014|
|6.||3 zen poems||9/28/2011|
|11.||4 new haiku||9/17/2013|
|12.||4 New Senryu||7/29/2011|
|13.||4 senryu (the modest)||4/20/2011|
|14.||70 years ago||6/11/2014|
|16.||A Bag Of Inconsequence||11/23/2011|
|17.||a beautiful song||4/15/2011|
|19.||a belly full||12/10/2008|
|20.||A Bit Of Trivia||7/19/2013|
The white sheet moved gently in the summer breeze,
under it a still body we could see his motorbike boots.
The police had done their measuring up stuff, waited
for the ambulance crew to take the body away.
It had been such a splendid summer forenoon, but now
cars drove slowly by the accident scene, like a funeral
procession, we are so fascinated by unexpected death.