oskar hansen


oskar hansen Poems

121. After The Revolt 2/28/2011
122. After The Wedding 11/4/2008
123. After Us 10/10/2013
124. Afternoon Doze 6/23/2013
125. Age 9/9/2014
126. Ageing 6/28/2012
127. Ageless Beauty 9/10/2009
128. Agents Abroad 4/16/2012
129. Aghast 12/15/2011
130. Agoraphobia 10/15/2013
131. Air Travel In A Dakota 7/28/2010
132. Alcohol Warning 3/20/2013
133. Aliens 3/22/2011
134. All Souls Day 12/1/2011
135. Alone At The Seaside 10/16/2012
136. Ambling About 1/5/2015
137. America The Beautiful 9/18/2014
138. An Alternative View Of Iran 11/1/2013
139. An Angel 6/9/2012
140. An Echo From The Sea 7/1/2014
141. An Elderly Dog 11/29/2010
142. An Emigre 8/16/2011
143. Ancient Hamlet 10/12/2013
144. And More Haiku 6/2/2014
145. And This Is Not A Poem 2/7/2013
146. Angela Merkel -new- 7/20/2015
147. Angela Merkel No One -new- 7/20/2015
148. Angels Too 3/4/2009
149. Angola The African Dream 3/5/2010
150. Animal Pictures 6/7/2012
151. Animal Senryu 3/16/2011
152. Animals And Madness 5/27/2015
153. Anniversary 10/5/2012
154. Another Friendly Poem 1/10/2013
155. Another Silence 3/1/2012
156. Another War? 3/18/2011
157. Ants In The House 3/1/2015
158. Apocalypse 10/17/2012
159. Apparition 3/25/2013
160. April & Easter 4/5/2010
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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The Blue Boat

The Blue Boat

When winter rain falls
The lake in the vale fills up
Clear as a child’s tear
Where a blue rowing boat floats
Whishing it were a schooner

When the wind blows
You can if you try see masts
And its boastful sails
As it crosses vast expanses
Of dreams and secret longings

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