Autumn Leaf. 
The fall leaves dance weren’t celebrating life, 
but utter despair, they whirled around in
        
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        A Day When Nothing Happened. 
A perfectly quiet day is coming to an end no breeze rustles 
amongst green leaf that have got a shimmer on from
        
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        Sex and the older man   
As an illness settles in my body, things I took
        
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        Still Life 
He sat in a rowboat, in the deep fiord, with
a bottle of vodka, a flask of tea, bacon butty
        
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        Taser him, taser everyone out there 
who looks different from the norm 
or answer back. Taser, them to they 
wet themselves and taste dirt.
        
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        I like to sleep late, almost till eight, my skeptical 
duvet doesn’t like to blow its cover, so I pass
        
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        Summer with my mother. 
I t was the best summer I ever had or can remember,
        
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        The Roman Soldier 
It was late evening, when walking along the walls of
        
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        Nirvana and all that. 
 
Since I don’t believe in heaven or the place stokers 
go too- called hell- include me in your dreams when
        
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        So, how does it go? Ship ahoy sailor boy? I was going to write 
from my life at sea, of salt water and romance in tropical nights,  
but I can only remember, the old seafarers, who had no other 
home than the temporary shelter a cabin on a ship gave.
        
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        The fierce midday sun rules the street, shadows 
are packed, many layers thick, in arcades and
        
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        The Fifties. 
Sleet, snow, cold and dark before noon, Hitler 
is living at a ranch in Argentina; that wasn’t fair,
        
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        Hangover Sonnet  
Lucifer came, brought chocolate and sweet 
Drambui. My bedroom reeks of self inflicted
        
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        The Blue River (new version) 
Arabic/Andalusia poem 
Al-RUSAFI (1179)
        
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        Reflection in a Window
From my window I can see morning haze, amongst 
olive trees, I also see the outline of grazing sheep.
        
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        The Butterfly 
 
In Livorno, Italy, a place few tourists care
to visit, they spoke of the American girl;
        
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                    4 Seasonal Haiku
                    
                    Haiku 
Snows only purpose? 
To make my garden look good 
Four months a year 
Haiku 
Shadows and light  
In an unseemly embrace   
Foolish April Dance  
Haiku
In the middy heat 
Mules seeks shady carob trees
Man seeks the beach. 
Haiku 
Morning sadness 
Rain trickles down the window
Grey October sky.
                

 
                     
                
After a lifetime of sea-faring, Oskar Hansen has many observations to share. In retirement he sifts through experiences to bring in his harvest. His vignettes are concretely personal while touching on universal themes. I think perhaps his spirit was toughened by tough circumstances in his early years, so he learned to appreciate what life brought him and drink it in like a sponge. His body of work is panoramic and kaleidoscopic: it will broaden your horizons.