Oskar Hansen

Oskar Hansen Poems

161. A Tin Of Sardines 7/27/2010
162. A Tough Cookie 3/17/2015
163. A Tragedy 1/31/2017
164. A Truely Norwegian Poem 5/18/2009
165. A Tv Star 10/14/2012
166. A Verse For You 9/26/2011
167. A Verse Of Sexual Nature 12/19/2010
168. A Village 7/16/2009
169. A Village In Iberia 8/23/2009
170. A Voyage To Argentina 4/8/2017
171. A Way 4/1/2009
172. A Weepy 6/9/2010
173. A Winter Memory 12/22/2010
174. A Winter`s Tale 1/27/2016
175. A Winter`s Tale 2 1/27/2016
176. A Woman In Palestine 7/29/2016
177. A Woman Of Substance 2/26/2017
178. A Woman´s World 10/15/2012
179. A Woman's Man 1/17/2015
180. Abike Memory 4/5/2012
181. Abortion 1 12/11/2014
182. About Candles 7/1/2010
183. Absolute Faith 2/23/2016
184. Abstraction 2/3/2017
185. Accident Prone 11/5/2012
186. Acidic Sea 5/8/2009
187. Adjourned 11/7/2015
188. Aearial Painting 5/3/2012
189. Affection 7/28/2016
190. African Bee 4/23/2009
191. African Elephant 6/18/2015
192. After A War 7/6/2012
193. After Coronel Kaddafi 3/24/2011
194. After Ingmar Bergman 2/11/2015
195. After Rain 1/14/2011
196. After The Concert 1/14/2016
197. After The Revolt 2/28/2011
198. After The Wedding 11/4/2008
199. After Us 10/10/2013
200. Afternoon Doze 6/23/2013

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...

Read the full of ...And It Was Her Summer

The Blue Boat

The Blue Boat

When winter rain falls
The lake in the vale fills up
Clear as a child’s tear
Where a blue rowing boat floats
Whishing it were a schooner

When the wind blows
You can if you try see masts
And its boastful sails
As it crosses vast expanses
Of dreams and secret longings

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