Sharon Olds

(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

Sharon Olds Poems

1. The Knowing 4/3/2015
2. The Month of June: 13 1/2 9/15/2015
3. Sex Without Love 6/24/2016
4. Unspeakable 5/27/2015
5. The Flurry 5/27/2015
6. The Death of Marilyn Monroe 6/12/2015
7. The Wedding Vow 10/13/2015
8. Toth Farry 9/15/2015
9. True Love 1/5/2016
10. My Son The Man 1/7/2015
11. Her First Week 11/28/2014
12. Voices 11/19/2011
13. The Pact 11/19/2011
14. Still Life In Landscape 11/19/2011
15. I Could Not Tell 11/19/2011
16. Topography 11/19/2011
17. I Go Back To May 1937 11/19/2011
18. The Ferryer 1/20/2003
19. One Year 1/13/2003
20. A Week Later 1/13/2003
21. Take The I Out 1/20/2003
22. The Sash 1/13/2003
23. Crab 1/13/2003
24. The Mortal One 1/13/2003
25. The Daughter Goes To Camp 1/13/2003
26. The Space Heater 1/13/2003
27. Japanese-American Farmhouse, California, 1942 1/20/2003
28. Primitive 1/13/2003
29. The End 1/13/2003
30. The Borders 1/13/2003
31. The Clasp 1/13/2003
32. May 1968 1/20/2003
33. 1954 1/13/2003
34. The Victims 1/7/2004
35. 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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Sex Without Love

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the

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