oskar hansen


oskar hansen Poems

161. As A Day Passes 4/14/2010
162. As Bullets Fly 12/15/2012
163. As Days Get Shorter 11/29/2008
164. As Sparrrows Fly 6/4/2015
165. As The Year Ends 12/29/2010
166. As Time ~runs By 8/29/2012
167. As Time Goes By 8/28/2011
168. Assassination? 4/22/2009
169. Assertiveness 7/21/2009
170. Astronomy 4/4/2011
171. At The Chemist Shop 11/20/2013
172. Athens 4/17/2015
173. Attic Living 4/17/2013
174. August 9/8/2012
175. August Mood 8/6/2009
176. August Night 8/26/2009
177. Aura 2/13/2014
178. Austerity 8/21/2012
179. Australia Vet 2/12/2015
180. Autumnal Aura 10/17/2009
181. Autumnal Leaves 9/1/2013
182. Autumnal Light 10/18/2012
183. Autumnal Sunday 11/27/2008
184. Away From The Camera 11/6/2012
185. Babies And Dogs 9/15/2014
186. Bacalao 12/10/2014
187. Baccalao Sonnet 5/12/2015
188. Bachelor Day -new- 6/30/2015
189. Balancing Act. 7/29/2013
190. Baltimore 5/26/2015
191. Barefoot In The Sand 3/9/2009
192. Barfly 3/1/2011
193. Batteri 11/10/2014
194. Beauty The Sight 4/20/2015
195. Before Dawn 3/13/2014
196. Before Wine Is Drunk 6/2/2010
197. Behind Mount Sinai | Write Out Loud 7/13/2014
198. Big Breakers 11/3/2014
199. Bin Men 7/18/2012
200. Bird Watching 5/15/2009
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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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