Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

Tanka
When utilities
Are privately owned
We are prisoners
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Pre down borealis that had flashed through
the dark blue night sky had disappeared.
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The survivors
Old age is a strange time you have no future and tend
to look back to what was is a dream.
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Withered leaves are falling curled up looking
like empty ice cream cones. I picked a couple
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The summer sun
Fiercely tells the truth
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1945 I saw the defeated German army marching
on a gritted road made by Russian prisoners of war,
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They seek him here they seek him there
he is tall and thin and sports a mustache,
you can call him lanky and his wife slim.
Over Damascus in his posh neighbourhood
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Tanka
Working class people
Do not trust socialist intellectuals
Don´t get lured by them
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On the tree lined avenue in Loulé leaves are beginning
to fall, still green even if a bit paler than normal.
It is afternoon and September, but still hot. Sparrows
are flying in from the inland it is safer in the town then
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Senryu
A dead horse in the road
Berlin 1945
People with knives cutting flesh
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