Oskar Hansen Poems
|1761.||Working Class Soldier||1/14/2010|
|1763.||World War 3||11/26/2015|
|1764.||Worlds Biggest Rat||8/24/2010|
|1765.||Worried Water Vertebrates||3/17/2012|
|1766.||Worth Fighting For||1/22/2015|
|1767.||Www And Cute Puppies||12/24/2010|
|1768.||Yang Sing River||6/21/2015|
|1771.||You Are What You Drink||7/25/2012|
|1775.||Yule Tide Again||12/23/2015|
|1777.||Zeb And More||12/11/2015|
|1781.||Zeus´s Revenge 4||6/23/2014|
...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...
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