Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

1961. The System 12/5/2013
1962. The Talent 10/19/2017
1963. The Tarn Of Life 11/6/2008
1964. The Termination 10/27/2009
1965. The Terror 11/7/2013
1966. The Theft 12/4/2013
1967. The Thread 8/29/2016
1968. The Tiff 1/27/2011
1969. The Town's Buffoon 3/12/2009
1970. The Transplant 11/18/2008
1971. The Trap 6/6/2012
1972. The Tree Of Ages 2/20/2017
1973. The Truant 3/11/2009
1974. The Unanswered 8/4/2011
1975. The Undying Soul 7/3/2015
1976. The Unfinished 5/2/2016
1977. The Uniform 6/5/2013
1978. The Unknown Couple 8/17/2016
1979. The Unreal And The Sane 6/28/2017
1980. The Unredeemed 4/15/2016
1981. The Unremembered 9/1/2010
1982. The Unsaid 4/11/2013
1983. The Unseen Portugal 8/10/2013
1984. The Useful Plant -new- 11/14/2017
1985. The Useless 12/21/2016
1986. The Vale Of Peace 4/3/2012
1987. The Value Of Money 3/4/2014
1988. The Vanished 2/21/2011
1989. The Vast Land 8/8/2017
1990. The Vengeance 3/29/2009
1991. The View 6/20/2014
1992. The Village 7/13/2015
1993. The Virtuous 12/23/2010
1994. The Vision 1 6/9/2017
1995. The Visit 10/8/2016
1996. The Visitor 3/25/2009
1997. The Vista 11/29/2013
1998. The Voice Of Norway 10/20/2016
1999. The Voice Within 3/30/2014
2000. The Vulgar And Something Else 12/10/2014

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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Lady And The Tramp

The Lady and the Tramp

I took the bus from Ellesmere Port to Birkenhead,
from there the underground to Liverpool, walked
to Hanover Street; took a rickety lift up four floors
to a studio where Miss Summers tried to teach me
to speak posh English. A hopeless task my Norse
accent refused to be relegated clung to my throat
like phlegm, the size of a jelly fish, and anyway,

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