Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

The horses

Three horses graze on my land, one is a foal.
In the twilight and with gentle rain falling
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Cold coffee
On the black cafe table a packet of sugar it was red and
advertised a coffee brand, besides it a tiny silver wrapped
caramel. The server had removed the coffee cup and
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After Ingmar Bergman

And now that it is dawn
And the sun will soon come over the mountain
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Bullfighting

Early morning on the flatland between Portugal and Seville a cockerel crews,
its hoarse wakeup call carries for miles. Vaqueros are already on the grassland
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The Kimono

I was joining a ship in another town; mother followed me the railway station,
which was not far as we lived nearby? From the train I looked down at her and
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Worth a Fight.
It is no longer about right or wrongs it
is about taking a stand..... Against those whose forefathers
came to this country to escape poverty and tyranny,
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The Suitor


Uphill I walked it was still dark, had to be at
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The Acidic Sea

All those nice villas along the coast are empty safe for stray cats
and those too poor to live inlands, because the sea stinks like
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The Blue Boat

When winter rain falls
The lake in the vale fills up
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