Sharon Olds (November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)
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Poems by Sharon Olds : 23 / 25
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.
Sharon Olds
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Saturday, November 19, 2011
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Poems by Sharon Olds : 23 / 25
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love this poem,
it speaks to my heart and i can relate with it.
love your style of write..
Beautiful poem regarding infanticide.
A brillant poem from an established poet, who has recently been hounoured. She is too good for this site
I don't think this poem has anything to do with abortion. What are people thinking?
Wow, no messing here, straight for the jugular. unbelievable. Love it. Love it
If words can touch any heart this poem does that.
Reminds me of the Buddhist belief of “souls” waiting to be reincarnated into a new body for a new round.
n some antechamber - servants, half-
Listening for the bell. ...I love this poem!
Lovely piece... but who am I to pass comment on a great poet.
beautiful imagery, beautifully said. A poem that should be read by all abortionist