oskar hansen


A Cigarette - Poem by oskar hansen

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
An evil thought has entered Paradise, I hear
The faint noise of outboard motors,
The moment of ethereal stillness has gone,
I lit a cigarette inhale deeply, exhale and blow
Rings a pure delight into morning air.


Comments about A Cigarette by oskar hansen

  • Rookie - 408 Points Indira Renganathan (9/18/2009 11:48:00 PM)

    cigarette smoking is injurious not only to one's body but to the sorrounding atmosphere also...why then? (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie William Jackson (11/28/2008 10:22:00 AM)

    Ah, you make me wish to lose myself in the place you describe. Fine poem, and you make me want to smoke a cigar. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 31, 2008



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