Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

It is always the same I take the bus in the morning
but I never get home, can’t tell the driver where to
stop as I have forgotten the name of my valley
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On my scooter I was driving along a slender road
on the upper valley. At the bottom of the vale,
where the main road is, I heard swishes of traffic.
A hot afternoon but the westerly wind blew from
the sea and made it bearable. I stopped and just
sat there listening to the subdued natural din.
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There are many pigeons in the Cascais evening park and
see one I remember, the one that trips stylishly around
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The ship Wreck
A sparkle, the freighter exploded and up in the air I flew. Looking down the ship
had vanished in the glitter of sunlight. Into the sea I fell, bubbles and angst,
but I saw above me a raft. The sea, calm, always is, it’s the wind that screams
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The bay of Cascais is empty today no ships at anchors
the sea azure and flickers of illusive gold coins sought
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Get me out of here
Ocean and sun are too blue
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The man in the -white as snow- thobe looked like a statue of
the saviour, as seen in protestant churches. He walked amongst
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I mouse came down from the cane roof
or rather fell down. It was no bigger than my thumb.
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Eight o’clock under the railway clock, she said.
I had bought flowers only because mother said
it was the right thing to do.
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Fall came early that year, the north westerly blew there was sadness
in the air, I just knew something was not right. It was on a day like this
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