Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

1761. The News Today 6/3/2016
1762. The Nuclear Issue 11/23/2013
1763. The Oasis 1/3/2016
1764. The Obama Speech 6/5/2009
1765. The Occupiers 12/29/2008
1766. The Ocean 4/13/2015
1767. The Oddity Of The Truth 7/18/2017
1768. The Old Couple 8/31/2016
1769. The Old Jewish Couple 2/23/2015
1770. The Old Sailors 1/13/2017
1771. The Omen 8/10/2009
1772. The Oncoming 2/19/2013
1773. The Oppressed 1 4/19/2017
1774. The Opulent 8/16/2013
1775. The Orchard 2/16/2017
1776. The Outer Island 8/1/2012
1777. The Painter And The Pandemic 5/19/2009
1778. The Painting 8/26/2016
1779. The Parrot 1/5/2012
1780. The Passing 1/29/2016
1781. The Past 7/7/2010
1782. The Peace Process 9/3/2016
1783. The People Prevails 7/24/2017
1784. The People We Don'T Want To Know 2/3/2012
1785. The Perennial Problem Among Squirrels 2/4/2015
1786. The Phantom Of Genoa 1/26/2012
1787. The Phobia 3/10/2017
1788. The Pianist 6/21/2014
1789. The Placid People 1/17/2014
1790. The Pleasure Of Old Age 12/20/2014
1791. The Plot 7/9/2015
1792. The Pope And 4 Statues 7/25/2017
1793. The Pope And Statues 7/14/2017
1794. The Pope, Statues And Me 10/26/2013
1795. The Posh Tart 10/6/2012
1796. The President 9/25/2016
1797. The President I Nearly Met 5/12/2010
1798. The President Two 1/20/2017
1799. The Pride Of Lions 7/22/2013
1800. The Primeval 3/1/2009
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...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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A Cigarette

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

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