Poems of oskar hansen
|62.||a nice middle class family||2/20/2009|
|63.||A nice view||8/26/2013|
|64.||a night to remember||12/16/2008|
|65.||A Pair of Senryu||8/9/2011|
|66.||a pair of shoes||1/15/2014|
|67.||A Pavement Cafe||10/4/2011|
|68.||a perfect painting||2/22/2012|
|69.||a pessimistic view from a balcony in Paris||10/21/2010|
|70.||a phone call||1/21/2010|
|71.||A Picture On A Café Wall||1/28/2012|
|72.||a pint of bitter...for sure||6/18/2012|
|73.||A Pleasure Remembered||6/18/2014|
|75.||A Prince Is Born||7/24/2013|
|78.||A Sad Affair In India||1/22/2013|
|79.||a sea dirge||3/16/2013|
|80.||a shadorma poem||1/6/2012|
The white sheet moved gently in the summer breeze,
under it a still body we could see his motorbike boots.
The police had done their measuring up stuff, waited
for the ambulance crew to take the body away.
It had been such a splendid summer forenoon, but now
cars drove slowly by the accident scene, like a funeral
procession, we are so fascinated by unexpected death.