oskar hansen Poems
Dawn, yes and the mist, what else do you
expect on lake Martin early and summer?
Swamp cypress dripping with Spanish moss.
I have stopped rowing, water swirling around
Oar blades, the silence is absolute I dare not
Inhale, a bird shrieks, the lake shudders
An evil thought has entered Paradise, I hear
The faint noise of outboard motors,
The moment of ethereal stillness has gone,
I lit a cigarette inhale deeply, exhale and blow
Rings a pure delight into morning air.
I was an orphan lost on the vast plateau
of land till I came to the coast and saw
the sea wench all beginnings sprang;
yet I swim close to shore where the sea
is clear and has no dark, mysterious spots,
she is a greedy mother her love is total;