Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

The Misbegotten

On the middle of the bridge we leaned on its railing
and looked into at the slimy, green and slow
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It was going to be so good for you and me,
the future, less work, more leisure, more
equality and end of wars.

Now we have ended up vilifying the poor
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I saw the train at middle distance,
It ran slow and was white,
It had many window and in each
One I saw my brother.
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First proper spring day time to dust
the old scooter and visit places
on roads few travel… Once I bought
a toy gun- well, I was a child-
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Sweet Inheritance

He was going to live
Forever,
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The bar was a dark place more like a cave, a terminus for the hopeless,
where men, sat looking blindly at a TV screen on a nicotine yellow wall.
Out, side near empty beer crate, a dove leaning against a damp wall,
yes it was on its last legs. I fed it some grapes, red ones full of goodness.
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The doctor at the hospital told him grim news,
he hadn´t long to live. Outside the day looked
brighter than before what he had noticed
he now saw and deeply regretted his blindness.
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Through The Keyhole of Time

The houses were made of old timber, like a Russian village
on the endless steppe - maybe I had Dr Zhivago on my mind.
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On a tiny island in the blue sea a villa built
by a tycoon to entertain his famous mistress.
He had the money she had the voice and
journalists had much to write about, fame is
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Simon´s Sonnet..

Simon is full of glissandi and spondee today
and writes poetry for the literati; that is ok,
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