Sharon Olds

(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

Sharon Olds Poems

1. The Flurry 5/27/2015
2. The Month of June: 13 1/2 9/15/2015
3. The Death of Marilyn Monroe 6/12/2015
4. The Knowing 4/3/2015
5. Toth Farry 9/15/2015
6. The Wedding Vow 10/13/2015
7. Sex Without Love 6/24/2016
8. Unspeakable 5/27/2015
9. True Love 1/5/2016
10. Her First Week 11/28/2014
11. My Son The Man 1/7/2015
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. The Sash 1/13/2003
18. I Go Back To May 1937 11/19/2011
19. One Year 1/13/2003
20. The Ferryer 1/20/2003
21. Take The I Out 1/20/2003
22. A Week Later 1/13/2003
23. The Space Heater 1/13/2003
24. Japanese-American Farmhouse, California, 1942 1/20/2003
25. Crab 1/13/2003
26. The Mortal One 1/13/2003
27. The Daughter Goes To Camp 1/13/2003
28. Primitive 1/13/2003
29. The Borders 1/13/2003
30. The End 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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The Space Heater

On the then-below-zero day, it was on,
near the patients' chair, the old heater
kept by the analyst's couch, at the end,
like the infant's headstone that was added near the foot
of my father's grave. And it was hot, with the almost
laughing satire of a fire's heat,
the little coils like hairs in Hell.
And it was making a group of sick noises-
I wanted the doctor to turn it off

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