Sharon Olds

(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

Sharon Olds Poems

1. Toth Farry 9/15/2015
2. The Flurry 5/27/2015
3. The Death of Marilyn Monroe 6/12/2015
4. The Month of June: 13 1/2 9/15/2015
5. The Wedding Vow 10/13/2015
6. The Knowing 4/3/2015
7. Unspeakable 5/27/2015
8. True Love 1/5/2016
9. My Son The Man 1/7/2015
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. The Sash 1/13/2003
19. Take The I Out 1/20/2003
20. One Year 1/13/2003
21. The Mortal One 1/13/2003
22. A Week Later 1/13/2003
23. The Space Heater 1/13/2003
24. Crab 1/13/2003
25. Japanese-American Farmhouse, California, 1942 1/20/2003
26. The Daughter Goes To Camp 1/13/2003
27. Primitive 1/13/2003
28. The End 1/13/2003
29. May 1968 1/20/2003
30. The Borders 1/13/2003
31. The Clasp 1/13/2003
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.

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The Borders

To say that she came into me,
from another world, is not true.
Nothing comes into the universe
and nothing leaves it.
My mother—I mean my daughter did not
enter me. She began to exist
inside me—she appeared within me.
And my mother did not enter me.
When she lay down, to pray, on me,

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