oskar hansen Poems
...And It Was Her Summer
…And It Was Her Summer
“Go back to the children’s home, she said I have no work and
can’t afford to keep you” Late June afternoon she sat on a bench
with a man I didn’t know. The man smiled I didn’t like him, but
took the coins he gave me to buy an ice –cream for; I was still
hanging about so mother got up and slapped me across the face.
”Get lost you stupid boy! ” My face was burning I threw the coins
into the lake and ran away. When I stopped running it was night
and I could see sheep in a field, I was tired and cold, thought of
seeking shelter in a...
Fig Tree Very Lovely
Fig Tree very lovely
The fig tree in winters Is an eight armed skeleton
beyond help and no doctor nice will help this
because the tree is ugly and shudders when touched.
In the spring, the fig tree has none eloquent leaves never quite green and
never quite sepia. In the fall, it is the sweetest of all fought over by man and birds.
When its fruit has is picked it is an unloved tree again