Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

Full House.
The little house in the poor part of the town
walls looking ready to burst.
when the newlyweds long time ago it was small
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Cabin Fever.

The firewood in the hearth hiss and smoke
refuse to burn bright, these limbs of a giant
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The Spectres
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The Primeval

Was it a distant cry of a child I heard?
it evoked an equally remote memory
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Sunday Dinner
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Pig Farming

British farmers treat their pigs better
than their European counterparts,
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A litre of wine


The wine in the glass is full the red liquid arches the slightest
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As Days Get Shorter.

The sunny fall is now dry, hard winter
on the avenue trees stand denuded
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Failed Musician?

My uncle died, he was on holiday in Piraeus when a pig fell off
a balcony, he left a piano and since his wife didn’t want it in her
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The Death of Peter Pan

Peter Pan used to be black, he could sing and dance
and make jazz hands. He was so good that it made
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