Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

121. A Slum Outside Paris 8/15/2015
122. A Sonnet (San Suu Kyu) 8/11/2009
123. A Stone Wall 4/27/2016
124. A Story Of The Unsung 3/26/2013
125. A Sudden Second Sight 7/11/2013
126. A Summer 4/24/2012
127. A Summer Night 7/19/2009
128. A Summer Remembered 7/16/2015
129. A Tale Never Told 10/19/2011
130. A Tin Of Sardines 7/27/2010
131. A Tough Cookie 3/17/2015
132. A Truely Norwegian Poem 5/18/2009
133. A Tv Star 10/14/2012
134. A Verse For You 9/26/2011
135. A Verse Of Sexual Nature 12/19/2010
136. A Village 7/16/2009
137. A Village In Iberia 8/23/2009
138. A Way 4/1/2009
139. A Weepy 6/9/2010
140. A Winter Memory 12/22/2010
141. A Winter`s Tale 1/27/2016
142. A Winter`s Tale 2 1/27/2016
143. A Woman´s World 10/15/2012
144. A Woman's Man 1/17/2015
145. Abike Memory 4/5/2012
146. Abortion 1 12/11/2014
147. About Candles 7/1/2010
148. Absolute Faith 2/23/2016
149. Accident Prone 11/5/2012
150. Acidic Sea 5/8/2009
151. Adjourned 11/7/2015
152. Aearial Painting 5/3/2012
153. African Bee 4/23/2009
154. African Elephant 6/18/2015
155. After A War 7/6/2012
156. After Coronel Kaddafi 3/24/2011
157. After Ingmar Bergman 2/11/2015
158. After Rain 1/14/2011
159. After The Concert 1/14/2016
160. After The Revolt 2/28/2011
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...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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