Sharon Olds

(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

Primitive - Poem by Sharon Olds

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,
fragrant sauce dripping out,
and glance at each other askance, wordless,
the corners of our eyes clear as spear points
laid along the sill to show
a friend sits with a friend here.


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Comments about Primitive by Sharon Olds

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/15/2014 10:43:00 AM)

    The simple joy of sitting with one who knows you so well that there's simply no need to converse. Lovely poem! (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,210 Points Saadat Tahir (5/31/2009 3:21:00 AM)

    very nice

    enjoyed it
    cheers (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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