Poems of Sharon Olds
|2.||A Week Later||1/13/2003|
|4.||I Could Not Tell||11/19/2011|
|5.||I Go Back to May 1937||11/19/2011|
|6.||Japanese-American Farmhouse, California, 1942||1/20/2003|
|10.||Still Life in Landscape||11/19/2011|
|11.||Take the I Out||1/20/2003|
|14.||The Daughter Goes To Camp||1/13/2003|
|17.||The Mortal One||1/13/2003|
|20.||The Space Heater||1/13/2003|
When I got to his marker, I sat on it,
like sitting on the edge of someone's bed
and I rubbed the smooth, speckled granite.
I took some tears from my jaw and neck
and started to wash a corner of his stone.
Then a black and amber ant
ran out onto the granite, and off it,
and another ant hauled a dead
ant onto the stone, leaving it, and not coming back.