Oskar Hansen Poems
|1.||A Woman In Palestine -new-||7/29/2016|
|2.||Fig Tree Very Lovely||12/15/2015|
|3.||In Defence Of The Lesser||12/16/2015|
|7.||Blood On The Carpet||5/13/2016|
|11.||Hatred Of The Dispossessed||4/3/2015|
|13.||The Money Note||4/6/2015|
|17.||Poetry Readfing Sonnet||4/9/2015|
|18.||Lack Of Tolerance||4/10/2015|
|20.||Out For Lunch||4/14/2015|
|22.||Meandering In Piraeus||4/16/2015|
|25.||The Race Thing||4/17/2015|
|27.||Beauty The Sight||4/20/2015|
|38.||The Man Who Hates Israel||5/10/2015|
...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...
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