Treasure Island

Sharon Olds

(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

Still Life in Landscape


It was night, it had rained, there were pieces of cars and
half-cars strewn, it was still, and bright,
a woman was lying on the highway, on her back,
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  • Colleen Courtney (5/15/2014 10:47:00 AM)

    Hmmm....find it so amazing that some people are so fascinated by the plight of another. Interesting poem. (Report) Reply

  • Andrew Geary (6/4/2013 1:23:00 AM)

    There are some things I like about this poem. I like the title and some of the word choices. I also like that the mother isn't necessarily protecting the speaker from seeing a horrible accident, but from the representation of what could potentially result from the father's abuses. This poem could have easily said that the dead woman WAS her or her mother, but went in a different direction. But I just feel like she's still hammering the reader over the head with what she's trying to say. (Report) Reply

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