Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

81. A Little Sardine 11/29/2015
82. A Lizard Sonnet 7/5/2016
83. A Lonely House 12/31/2016
84. A Long Walk 8/31/2016
85. A Look Ahead 8/13/2013
86. A Love Story 11/14/2010
87. A Love Story 1 1/18/2016
88. A Love Story Too 3/17/2014
89. A Love Story? 11/27/2010
90. A Man Called Anders 8/2/2011
91. A Man's Alexandria 10/24/2009
92. A Marine Story 11/25/2013
93. A Mistake And A Big Bosom 3/17/2016
94. A Modest Table 1/20/2011
95. A Moment In Time 10/13/2011
96. A Moment To Remember 6/29/2010
97. A Moral Sonnet 1 7/16/2016
98. A Moral Sonnet 11 7/16/2016
99. A Naruto 11/3/2010
100. A New Love 8/5/2015
101. A Nice Middle Class Family 2/20/2009
102. A Nice View 8/26/2013
103. A Night To Remember 12/16/2008
104. A None Writing Day 8/3/2015
105. A Note For You 11/17/2014
106. A Pair Of Brown Shoes 10/28/2014
107. A Pair Of Senryu 8/9/2011
108. A Pair Of Shoes 1/15/2014
109. A Pavement Cafe 10/4/2011
110. A Peaceful Day 9/30/2016
111. A Perfect Painting 2/22/2012
112. A Pessimistic View From A Balcony In Paris 10/21/2010
113. A Phone Call 1/21/2010
114. A Picture On A Café Wall 1/28/2012
115. A Pint Of Bitter...For Sure 6/18/2012
116. A Pleasure Remembered 6/18/2014
117. A Poem 10/21/2009
118. A Poet Is Amused 5/25/2016
119. A Poets Dilemma 1 7/15/2016
120. A Portrait Of Emptiness 1/28/2016
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...

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The Blue Boat

The Blue Boat

When winter rain falls
The lake in the vale fills up
Clear as a child’s tear
Where a blue rowing boat floats
Whishing it were a schooner

When the wind blows
You can if you try see masts
And its boastful sails
As it crosses vast expanses
Of dreams and secret longings

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