Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

The Exile.

You can’t leave this town for the next six years, the magistrate had said.
Rang my house, no one there, I wanted someone to send for my dog so
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Great Sutton
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A Fine Film of Melancholy

On the morning track gossamers blocked my path, on them hung morning dew,
like glittering pearls of insane perfection; and in the zephyr I heard a faint peel.
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Invaders of my Space

Overcast morning, silent is my forest. I see no hares,
hear no birds; it is as nature has stopped breathing.
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Twenty years in Algarve (biography)

I have lived in the upper Algarve for twenty years. I have been hiding away
from life all those years, I know every bush tree, every bend in the road,
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Laughter.

When I wake up I see coloured worms crawling around just
inside my eyelids.When I open my eyes I see exploding stars
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The Keeper of the Peace

Behind high walls cypresses’ stand dignified and tall,
the iron-gate leading, in to a silent Paradise, is open
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A foreign country

The flat was on the third floor, three flights of wooden stairs
deep groves from generation of people walking up and down.
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Nagasaki Mon Amour

There are moments when things become clear. A night, the Pacific Ocean was,
as its name, calm; I sat on deck and listened to the heartbeat of the ship,
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