oskar hansen


oskar hansen Poems

121. After Us 10/10/2013
122. Afternoon Doze 6/23/2013
123. Age 9/9/2014
124. Ageing 6/28/2012
125. Ageless Beauty 9/10/2009
126. Agents Abroad 4/16/2012
127. Aghast 12/15/2011
128. Agoraphobia 10/15/2013
129. Air Travel In A Dakota 7/28/2010
130. Alcohol Warning 3/20/2013
131. Aliens 3/22/2011
132. All Souls Day 12/1/2011
133. Alone At The Seaside 10/16/2012
134. Ambling About 1/5/2015
135. America The Beautiful 9/18/2014
136. An Alternative View Of Iran 11/1/2013
137. An Angel 6/9/2012
138. An Echo From The Sea 7/1/2014
139. An Elderly Dog 11/29/2010
140. An Emigre 8/16/2011
141. Ancient Hamlet 10/12/2013
142. And More Haiku 6/2/2014
143. And This Is Not A Poem 2/7/2013
144. Angels Too 3/4/2009
145. Angola The African Dream 3/5/2010
146. Animal Pictures 6/7/2012
147. Animal Senryu 3/16/2011
148. Animals And Madness 5/27/2015
149. Anniversary 10/5/2012
150. Another Friendly Poem 1/10/2013
151. Another Silence 3/1/2012
152. Another War? 3/18/2011
153. Ants In The House 3/1/2015
154. Apocalypse 10/17/2012
155. Apparition 3/25/2013
156. April & Easter 4/5/2010
157. April Day 12/21/2010
158. Argentna 9/8/2011
159. Art'Life 8/10/2011
160. As A Day Is Gone 6/21/2013
Best Poem of oskar hansen

...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...

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A Cigarette

A Cigarette


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

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