Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

1881. Thoughts 2/3/2017
1882. Thoughts About Cars 3/10/2012
1883. Three New Haiku 1/16/2016
1884. Three New Senryu 5/30/2013
1885. Three New Senryu, I Think 9/22/2009
1886. Three Newest Haiku 12/7/2016
1887. Three Short Poems 12/25/2009
1888. Through The Keyhole Of Time 4/25/2013
1889. Thursday Afternoon 11/28/2015
1890. Thw Musical Lady 1/7/2012
1891. Thw~e Hidden 7/17/2012
1892. Time And Doom 2/25/2017
1893. Time And Its Daughter 7/20/2012
1894. Time And Poetry 2/1/2013
1895. Time For Clearance 9/27/2012
1896. Time Of Forgetfulness 11/8/2013
1897. Tiny Drones 1/3/2013
1898. To Be Alone 4/20/2012
1899. To Be And So On 2/28/2009
1900. To Be Or Not To Be A Vegtarianien 12/25/2014
1901. To Define Us 3/13/2016
1902. To Know Without Knowing 2/7/2012
1903. To Love The Self 7/7/2016
1904. To Prefer Life 3/15/2015
1905. To See Or Not To See 3/13/2015
1906. To Verbalize In A Void 12/22/2010
1907. Tohuko 3/27/2016
1908. Tohuko 1 3/27/2016
1909. Tolstoy 3/11/2017
1910. Too Big To Fall 6/19/2014
1911. Too Much Of A Good Thing 7/18/2013
1912. Topography Lesson 3/25/2014
1913. Tour De France 5/12/2011
1914. Tourist Tanka 4/22/2010
1915. Toy Gun 4/17/2013
1916. Toy Story 3/6/2012
1917. Transformation (Tanka) 2/3/2009
1918. Transvaal 6/18/2010
1919. Travel With Bambi 9/15/2009
1920. Treasure Hunter 7/18/2014
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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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