Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

No hiding Place

Shadow, shadow on the wall why did you disappear? Now I can’t go into
the bathroom to see if I’m here. Look at the map of Rumania, think of Dracula
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On the flatland was a field so green, had cute blue
flowers that tend to disappear in end of spring.
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When Autumn Begins

20 hundred hours…is that nautical enough for you? Evening sky was marvelous,
I should have been a painter my anemic words cannot justify the awe the world
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When I met my Father
There are many cargo ships in the bay of Cascais this Monday afternoon
and I thought of my father; he too had been a seafarer.
Last time I saw him I was eighteen, sat on a bus going into town, he saw
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Argentina.

When I got up and looked out of the window the village was
floating on a cloud. I walked to where the cloud ended and
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When the Great Errs
They fall hard the mighty...when they do fall.
Yet, they are often able to get up, look around
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Optical Illusion

It was an old rabbit, glass eyed and stuffed, that sat on
a window sill it also had a bald spot on top of its head,
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On the rapid asphalt road
bloody fur, a rabbit caught
in the glaring headlight of
a speeding car.
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Lack of erection
I read a verse about it
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Words are racing by as a yacht making blue water white.
Should I now think in nautical terms, say, a bad seascape
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