Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

Friday Evening Opus

The blaze in the fireplace burns with easiness, but
without mercy burnt my old boots to grey cinders.
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Tracer bullets on the night sky Aleppo seen
From a hotel veranda, I hear screams, but
It is the raucous laughter of too much wine
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A pair of Shoes
She was nine years old wore a cotton dress, barefoot and had her
picture taken. Her mother had bought her a pair of new shoes,
and the shoes were so lovely she didn´t want to put them on yet.
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Love counsellor

So he thinks it is easy, the man who gives advice to married
and loveless couples. What does he know, goes home switches
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The Placid People

Portugal one of the most unequal countries in Europe is going through
the throes of austerity but this doesn´t concern the rich who do not
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Looking for Heroes.
This small country with a glorious past so sceptical
of the present a longing for what once was and
will never come back; a country which songs echoes
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Almond Tree and Prisoners
As a child I lived near a farm a farm that was
next door to a prison camp. Russian prisoners
marched up and down trying to keep warm
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Thoughts in the Backyard
The sky is white today but the sun gets through
warms my face where I in the backyard and enjoy
the good village´s peace and harmony.
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Afternoon the sky was blue to the point of banality and
clouds are silk dreams are made of when I saw a rat
cross the village road; it was aiming for the overgrown
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Tanka
It is amazing
How many things happen
In a tiny village
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