Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

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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Foreign Roots in Desert Fall.

It is sad to watch the big tree wearing a vast crown of hubris,
casting demonic shadows it allows nothing else to elevate.
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Before wine is drunk

We are going to an art exhibition this afternoon, but first we have to
buy groceries, cabbage, leek, bread, margarine, milk and tomatoes.
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A Day at the Beach

Lunch at a restaurant near the sea, sun drenched and blue,
“I couldn’t take my eyes of you, ” as the song goes. Twice
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The Atlantic

Thought I was over it now, the call that is my destiny;
twice I have tried to be a part of the sea,
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April & Easter

Easter and April go together especially on a sunny day. The story of Jesus’ death
and resurrection is such a wonderful story and fits well where I walk amongst
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When the Running Stops

In the enclose, outside the slaughterhouse, sheep were running in rings,
first to the left, and then to the right; in the end there was only one left
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Landscapes

The landscape I walk, used to be guarded by stone hedges; infinite
supply of stones this soil yields if not much else. Nature has taken
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The collector

I was a collector of paper napkins, every day I used to go around
picking them up, they were usually smeared with human saliva
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As The Days Passes
The cemetery on the hill, facing the blue bay, looks inviting in spring sun.
A burial procession is coming up the road, the last one before lunch,
the priest has folded his hands and think of food. As soon as the coffin is
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