Oskar Hansen

Oskar Hansen Poems

1801. The Longest Sleep 1 12/1/2016
1802. The Loss 10/17/2014
1803. The Lost President 11/7/2008
1804. The Lost Tribe 4/30/2016
1805. The Love Affair 11/13/2014
1806. The Lovely Couple 2/2/2009
1807. The Lucky Break 5/9/2011
1808. The Lunch 8/21/2015
1809. The Mad Years 1/28/2017
1810. The Magician. 7/15/2011
1811. The Malady 4/4/2017
1812. The Malady 2 4/4/2017
1813. The Man Who Hates Israel 5/10/2015
1814. The Maniac 3/14/2017
1815. The Mare 2/18/2011
1816. The Mare And I 12/17/2013
1817. The Marriage 8/15/2017
1818. The Master 11/27/2015
1819. The Master Of The World 11/27/2015
1820. The Matador 5/22/2017
1821. The Mermaid And Her Lover 8/21/2013
1822. The Miner 1/2/2014
1823. The Mirror Of Truth 2/21/2017
1824. The Misbegotten 3/30/2013
1825. The Missing Love 10/1/2017
1826. The Mistress 9/1/2009
1827. The Misunderstanding 4/23/2013
1828. The Money Note 4/6/2015
1829. The Murder 8/28/2014
1830. The Muse 8/28/2016
1831. The Mystery 10/17/2017
1832. The Naked And The Dead 10/9/2012
1833. The Nap 6/18/2009
1834. The Nature Of Success 12/13/2012
1835. The New Knowledge 6/30/2011
1836. The New Me 1/5/2013
1837. The New Morality 8/3/2017
1838. The New Tomorrow 8/13/2013
1839. The New Tyranny 1/10/2011
1840. The Newest Senryu 8/7/2015

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...

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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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