Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

1. Unpainted Canvas -new- 1/19/2018
2. Fig Tree Very Lovely 12/15/2015
3. In Defence Of The Lesser 12/16/2015
4. Omelette 12/6/2017
5. Nature 5/11/2016
6. Sebastopol 5/12/2016
7. The Escapees 5/13/2016
8. Blood On The Carpet 5/13/2016
9. The Clowns 5/14/2016
10. Clowning 5/14/2016
11. Birthday Reflections 11/29/2017
12. The Big Self Belief 11/30/2017
13. Aeon 12/1/2017
14. Abortion 12/2/2017
15. Whistle Stop 12/3/2017
16. Accidently Paris 12/4/2017
17. Several Haiku 12/10/2017
18. Beer Makers 12/12/2017
19. The Sexes 12/13/2017
20. Big White Hunter 12/14/2017
21. The Day The Russians Came 12/15/2017
22. Coffee Is Latte Now 12/16/2017
23. Favourite Novelists 12/17/2017
24. First Light 12/18/2017
25. The Burden Of The Beast 12/19/2017
26. Last Time In Paris 12/20/2017
27. Is It Ebson Salt 12/21/2017
28. What Causes The Anger 12/21/2017
29. Beautiful Forever 12/22/2017
30. The Old Seraph 12/23/2017
31. The Harvest 12/24/2017
32. Wishing Well 12/25/2017
33. Reflection After Yule 12/26/2017
34. After The Festivities 12/26/2017
35. A Snake Speaks Out 12/27/2017
36. The Big Rabbit 12/28/2017
37. Me Like Horse 12/30/2017
38. A Wild Beat 12/30/2017
39. Moving The Embassy 12/31/2017
40. They Moved The Embassy 12/31/2017

Comments about Oskar Hansen

  • Dimitrios Galanis Dimitrios Galanis (1/14/2016 1:20:00 PM)

    I do like your poems, my dear.It would be interesting to me to read poems of yours in portugues.Lately I finished reading Οdisseia, traduçao de Frederico Lourenco.

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  • Ann Beard Ann Beard (4/16/2009 3:02:00 AM)

    I loved the simplicity of this poem, almost dreamlike, very sweet. Kind regards Ann.
    I have had a problem submitting this comment, your page kept blanking out, so if it shows up more than once my apologies.

Best Poem of Oskar Hansen

...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...

Read the full of ...And It Was Her Summer

Reborn

It was a shoe box, black on the outside and white inside,
I had a puppy dog, it was run over, and it was so very still.
Funeral in our neighbour`s garden, we used the shoe box.
I told my audience how much I missed the dog, and how
funny it had been, sang religious songs and went home.
In the evening we hear a scraping at the kitchen door,
mother investigated, I was afraid of ghosts, in she came
with the puppy and there was a wonder in the air.
The puppy was spayed and lived to be eigh

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