Sharon Olds

(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

Sharon Olds Poems

1. The Knowing 4/3/2015
2. My Son The Man 1/7/2015
3. Her First Week 11/28/2014
4. Voices 11/19/2011
5. The Pact 11/19/2011
6. Still Life In Landscape 11/19/2011
7. I Could Not Tell 11/19/2011
8. Topography 11/19/2011
9. I Go Back To May 1937 11/19/2011
10. One Year 1/13/2003
11. The Ferryer 1/20/2003
12. Take The I Out 1/20/2003
13. The Sash 1/13/2003
14. The Space Heater 1/13/2003
15. A Week Later 1/13/2003
16. Japanese-American Farmhouse, California, 1942 1/20/2003
17. The Mortal One 1/13/2003
18. Primitive 1/13/2003
19. Crab 1/13/2003
20. The Daughter Goes To Camp 1/13/2003
21. The End 1/13/2003
22. The Borders 1/13/2003
23. The Clasp 1/13/2003
24. May 1968 1/20/2003
25. 1954 1/13/2003
26. The Victims 1/7/2004
27. 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

The Knowing

Afterwards, when we have slept, paradise-
comaed and woken, we lie a long time
looking at each other.

I do not know what he sees, but I see
eyes of surpassing tenderness
and calm, a calm like the dignity
of matter. I love the open ocean
blue-grey-green of his iris, I love

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