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The Poetry Of..
Jan Oskar Hansen..........................

Marilyn Monroe Remembered.

Through Erno Laszlo's windows, on the Fifth Avenue
New York, I saw her; bold I was in those days walked
straight in asked her to marry me. She smiled thought,
I was too young and, anyway, she was getting married
to a writer, forgotten his name now, but he was quite
famous back then. A flunky came over, asked Marilyn
if I was bothering her, not at all, she said, gave me kiss
that covered the whole of my face. Blindly fell out of
out of the shop, people smiled. Ambled past Laszlo's,
the other day, they had a picture of her looking out, now
that I'm so much older than her, she looked unbearable
young and incredible beautiful





The Understanding

A rich man is going into a Parisian hospital to die,
thought he could have it all, now he clings to a red
blanket, given by a woman he loved and betrayed,
he loved her too, till wealth stole his heart.

Two lovers, young men, mere boys really, are being
hanged in Iran today, they have not committed any
crime, robbery or murder, they loved each other for
that they'll twist, blindfolded, in the wind

In a Texas jail, a man wait his execution; everyone
knows he's innocent, found guilty ten years ago
the verdict still stands; he's been turned down by
the governor who's tough on crime

That's how it is; we are spectators in a drama we
have not written nor understand, yet we continue
to search for a meaning; there is little we can do
but light a torch of hope on mankind's dark trail.





Super Computer.

It's there in front of me a colossal
abstract mass that absorbs everything
it takes your life eat the soil the sky,
mountains, lakes, animals and
blue pigments,

in the end devour the world. All is archived
every second of your life is written down and
there is picture of you from child to old,
your laughter and your tears,
but it doesn't know you.

The colossus exists in a vacuum;
it holds the key to life,
but its execution is death, and in the end
we shall not know
of the past, present and future






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