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Oskar Hansen
Oskar Hansen Poems
| 1. | Greek Summer -new- | 10/21/2018 |
| 2. | Omelette | 12/6/2017 |
| 3. | Birthday Reflections | 11/29/2017 |
| 4. | The Big Self Belief | 11/30/2017 |
| 5. | Aeon | 12/1/2017 |
| 6. | Abortion | 12/2/2017 |
| 7. | Whistle Stop | 12/3/2017 |
| 8. | Accidently Paris | 12/4/2017 |
| 9. | In Defence Of Donald Trump | 10/5/2018 |
| 10. | A Song Of Love | 10/6/2018 |
| 11. | Over My Head Bombs Fell -new- | 10/7/2018 |
| 12. | Going To School -new- | 10/8/2018 |
| 13. | 0ne-Sided Coin -new- | 10/9/2018 |
| 14. | The Catering Officer -new- | 10/10/2018 |
| 15. | Strange Summer -new- | 10/11/2018 |
| 16. | The Casket -new- | 10/13/2018 |
| 17. | Bianca Jagger -new- | 10/15/2018 |
| 18. | The Pay Gap -new- | 10/17/2018 |
| 19. | When Mossad Came To Town -new- | 10/18/2018 |
| 20. | The Vanishing Key -new- | 10/19/2018 |
| 21. | The Innocence | 6/27/2017 |
| 22. | The Unreal And The Sane | 6/28/2017 |
| 23. | One Sunday Morning | 6/29/2017 |
| 24. | Dysfunctional | 7/1/2017 |
| 25. | A Reflection | 7/3/2017 |
| 26. | Our Times | 7/4/2017 |
| 27. | The Aspiration | 7/6/2017 |
| 28. | Our Ocean | 7/7/2017 |
| 29. | The Culture | 7/8/2017 |
| 30. | Baltimore, Chapter Three | 7/11/2017 |
| 31. | Tanka Like | 7/12/2017 |
| 32. | Winding Road | 7/13/2017 |
| 33. | The Pope And Statues | 7/14/2017 |
| 34. | Just A Day | 7/17/2017 |
| 35. | Just A Day Of Many Days To Come | 7/18/2017 |
| 36. | The Oddity Of The Truth | 7/18/2017 |
| 37. | Blood Oranges | 7/19/2017 |
| 38. | Agoraphobia Or Something | 7/20/2017 |
| 39. | Phobic Nature | 7/20/2017 |
| 40. | Old Soldiers | 7/21/2017 |
Comments about 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...
The Sea
The Sea.
I was an orphan lost on the vast plateau
of land till I came to the coast and saw
the sea wench all beginnings sprang;
yet I swim close to shore where the sea
is clear and has no dark, mysterious spots,
she is a greedy mother her love is total;
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You look like the guy from breaking bad. Look it up.
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.
I loved the simplicity of this poem, almost dreamlike, very sweet. Kind regards Ann.
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