Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

161. A Winter`s Tale 1/27/2016
162. A Winter`s Tale 2 1/27/2016
163. A Woman In Palestine 7/29/2016
164. A Woman Of Substance 2/26/2017
165. A Woman´s World 10/15/2012
166. A Woman's Man 1/17/2015
167. Abike Memory 4/5/2012
168. Abortion 1 12/11/2014
169. About Candles 7/1/2010
170. Absolute Faith 2/23/2016
171. Abstraction 2/3/2017
172. Accident Prone 11/5/2012
173. Acidic Sea 5/8/2009
174. Adjourned 11/7/2015
175. Aearial Painting 5/3/2012
176. Affection 7/28/2016
177. African Bee 4/23/2009
178. African Elephant 6/18/2015
179. After A War 7/6/2012
180. After Coronel Kaddafi 3/24/2011
181. After Ingmar Bergman 2/11/2015
182. After Rain 1/14/2011
183. After The Concert 1/14/2016
184. After The Revolt 2/28/2011
185. After The Wedding 11/4/2008
186. After Us 10/10/2013
187. Afternoon Doze 6/23/2013
188. Age 9/9/2014
189. Ageing 6/28/2012
190. Ageless Beauty 9/10/2009
191. Agents Abroad 4/16/2012
192. Aghast 12/15/2011
193. Agoraphobia 10/15/2013
194. Air Travel In A Dakota 7/28/2010
195. Alcohol Warning 3/20/2013
196. Alentjo 3/26/2017
197. Aliens 3/22/2011
198. All Souls Day 12/1/2011
199. Almost A Killer 11/15/2016
200. Alone At The Seaside 10/16/2012
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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Brygge

Tourist in Bruges
I was in Bruges, in Flanders, once
Saw beautiful old buildings where the patrician class
The merchants and charlatans lived
Where the poor lived in the past has been erased
The poor now live in high rise flats.
We rented a carriage with a bored horse that did its round
On streets too clean to be true; animals peed on canvas.
We walked around took the pictures as did others.

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