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.

Read the full of The Unborn

One Year

When I got to his marker, I sat on it,
like sitting on the edge of someone's bed
and I rubbed the smooth, speckled granite.
I took some tears from my jaw and neck
and started to wash a corner of his stone.
Then a black and amber ant
ran out onto the granite, and off it,
and another ant hauled a dead
ant onto the stone, leaving it, and not coming back.

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