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|
|179.||After A War||7/6/2012|
|180.||After Coronel Kaddafi||3/24/2011|
|181.||After Ingmar Bergman||2/11/2015|
|183.||After The Concert||1/14/2016|
|184.||After The Revolt||2/28/2011|
|185.||After The Wedding||11/4/2008|
|194.||Air Travel In A Dakota||7/28/2010|
|198.||All Souls Day||12/1/2011|
|199.||Almost A Killer||11/15/2016|
|200.||Alone At The Seaside||10/16/2012|
...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...
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.