Sharon Olds

(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

Still Life in Landscape


It was night, it had rained, there were pieces of cars and
half-cars strewn, it was still, and bright,
a woman was lying on the highway, on her back,
with her head curled back and tucked under her shoulders
so the back of her head touched her spine
between her shoulder-blades, her clothes
mostly accidented off, and her
leg gone, a long bone
sticking out of the stub of her thigh—
this was her her abandoned matter,
my mother grabbed my head and turned it and
clamped it into her chest, between
her breasts. My father was driving—not sober
but not in this accident, we’d approached it out of
neutral twilight, broken glass
on wet black macadam, like an underlying
midnight abristle with stars. This was
the world—maybe the only one.
The dead woman was not the person
my father had recently almost run over,
who had suddenly leapt away from our family
car, jerking back from death,
she was not I, she was not my mother,
but maybe she was a model of the mortal,
the elements ranged around her on the tar—
glass, bone, metal, flesh, and the family.

Submitted: Saturday, November 19, 2011

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Comments about this poem (Still Life in Landscape by Sharon Olds )

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/15/2014 10:47:00 AM)

    Hmmm....find it so amazing that some people are so fascinated by the plight of another. Interesting poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Andrew Geary (6/4/2013 1:23:00 AM)

    There are some things I like about this poem. I like the title and some of the word choices. I also like that the mother isn't necessarily protecting the speaker from seeing a horrible accident, but from the representation of what could potentially result from the father's abuses. This poem could have easily said that the dead woman WAS her or her mother, but went in a different direction. But I just feel like she's still hammering the reader over the head with what she's trying to say. (Report) Reply

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