Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

Bosporus


Bosporus 1956, the old tanker where I was a galley boy
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The dread

He had slept too long hours lost
in a dream of deep dissatisfaction down a well of evil failure.
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The Grave Stone

Many years ago I went to the cemetery to find
my brother`s grave, but he had not been dead long
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The bees with wings

The bees are dying out
for someone who gets stung
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Happy birthday

the morning started with a bang
four people breakfasted together on his birthday
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Antique village

Houses around me are emptying the old, reaching the age of dying.
A timeworn man went missing on Monday, was found miles away,
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The climate

Is an elephant on opium
Weaned off.
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Dawn of man

Out of the night came the dawn a mild breeze
blow petal off a rhododendron, a magic carpet
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An ant´s long journey

He sat on a palm leaf
going downstream
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Washing Machine
There was a time I always went home, by road rail, flight or by bus
I always got there and still do. Even though when I get there I want
to leave. The house shrinks every year sibling's gone mother too,
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