Oskar Hansen

Oskar Hansen Poems

2081. The Sexes 12/13/2017
2082. The Shooter 10/5/2017
2083. The Silencing Of Dissent 1/14/2017
2084. The Silencing Of Dissent 1 1/14/2017
2085. The Simple Life 5/6/2017
2086. The Sin 8/11/2015
2087. The Sin Of Cowardice 9/7/2017
2088. The Sky 5/9/2015
2089. The Smallness Of Things 8/15/2016
2090. The Smile 7/5/2011
2091. The Sober Mistress 11/3/2013
2092. The Sober Sariph 2/24/2017
2093. The Sober Woman 6/23/2015
2094. The Social Life 8/29/2017
2095. The Space 2/3/2011
2096. The Sparrow 3/5/2016
2097. The Sparrow 4 3/5/2016
2098. The Spell 5/4/2017
2099. The Spoken 12/26/2014
2100. The Stalker 12/16/2016
2101. The Storm 10/30/2012
2102. The Story Of A Lake 6/27/2013
2103. The Story Of The Saviour 9/10/2017
2104. The Stream 9/2/2010
2105. The Suffering 9/20/2010
2106. The Suit 1/6/2010
2107. The Swine 3/4/2017
2108. The System 12/5/2013
2109. The Talent 10/19/2017
2110. The Tarn Of Life 11/6/2008
2111. The Termination 10/27/2009
2112. The Terror 11/7/2013
2113. The The Cruelty 4/28/2018
2114. The Theft 12/4/2013
2115. The Thread 8/29/2016
2116. The Tiff 1/27/2011
2117. The Town's Buffoon 3/12/2009
2118. The Transplant 11/18/2008
2119. The Trap 6/6/2012
2120. The Tree Of Ages 2/20/2017

Comments about Oskar Hansen

  • Bob Jones (2/23/2018 12:04:00 PM)

    You look like the guy from breaking bad. Look it up.

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  • 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.

  • 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

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
An evil thought has entered Paradise, I hear
The faint noise of outboard motors,
The moment of ethereal stillness has gone,
I lit a cigarette inhale deeply, exhale and blow
Rings a pure delight into morning air.

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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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