Sharon Olds

(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

Sharon Olds Poems

1. The Unborn 1/13/2003
2. The Victims 1/7/2004
3. 1954 1/13/2003
4. The Clasp 1/13/2003
5. May 1968 1/20/2003
6. Primitive 1/13/2003
7. The End 1/13/2003
8. The Borders 1/13/2003
9. The Daughter Goes To Camp 1/13/2003
10. Crab 1/13/2003
11. Japanese-American Farmhouse, California, 1942 1/20/2003
12. The Mortal One 1/13/2003
13. A Week Later 1/13/2003
14. The Space Heater 1/13/2003
15. Take the I Out 1/20/2003
16. The Ferryer 1/20/2003
17. One Year 1/13/2003
18. The Sash 1/13/2003
19. I Go Back to May 1937 11/19/2011
20. I Could Not Tell 11/19/2011

My Son the Man

Suddenly his shoulders get a lot wider,
the way Houdini would expand his body
while people were putting him in chains. It seems
no time since I would help him to put on his sleeper,
guide his calves into the gold interior,
zip him up and toss him up and
catch his weight. I cannot imagine him
no longer a child, and I know I must get ready,
get over my fear of men now my son

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