Sharon Olds

(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

Sharon Olds Poems

1. The Flurry 5/27/2015
2. The Month of June: 13 1/2 9/15/2015
3. The Wedding Vow 10/13/2015
4. The Death of Marilyn Monroe 6/12/2015
5. Toth Farry 9/15/2015
6. The Knowing 4/3/2015
7. Unspeakable 5/27/2015
8. My Son The Man 1/7/2015
9. True Love 1/5/2016
10. Her First Week 11/28/2014
11. Voices 11/19/2011
12. The Pact 11/19/2011
13. Still Life In Landscape 11/19/2011
14. I Could Not Tell 11/19/2011
15. Topography 11/19/2011
16. I Go Back To May 1937 11/19/2011
17. The Ferryer 1/20/2003
18. One Year 1/13/2003
19. Take The I Out 1/20/2003
20. The Sash 1/13/2003
21. A Week Later 1/13/2003
22. Crab 1/13/2003
23. The Mortal One 1/13/2003
24. The Space Heater 1/13/2003
25. Japanese-American Farmhouse, California, 1942 1/20/2003
26. Primitive 1/13/2003
27. The Daughter Goes To Camp 1/13/2003
28. The Borders 1/13/2003
29. The End 1/13/2003
30. The Clasp 1/13/2003
31. May 1968 1/20/2003
32. 1954 1/13/2003
33. The Victims 1/7/2004
34. The Unborn 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Sharon Olds

The Unborn

Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
The children we could have,
The glimmer of them.

Sometimes I feel them waiting, dozing
In some antechamber - servants, half-
Listening for the bell.

Sometimes I see them lying like love letters
In the Dead Letter Office

And sometimes, like tonight, by some black
Second sight I can feel just one of them
Standing on the edge of a cliff by the sea
In the dark, stretching its arms out
Desperately to me.

Read the full of The Unborn

Primitive

I have heard about the civilized,
the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are
savages. You come in with a bag,
hold it out to me in silence.
I know Moo Shu Pork when I smell it
and understand the message: I have
pleased you greatly last night. We sit
quietly, side by side, to eat,
the long pancakes dangling and spilling,

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