Sharon Olds

(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

I Go Back To May 1937 - Poem by Sharon Olds

I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch, the
red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head, I
see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks,
the wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its
sword-tips aglow in the May air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children,
you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of,
you are going to want to die. I want to go
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
his arrogant handsome face turning to me,
his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
but I don’t do it. I want to live. I
take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips, like chips of flint, as if to
strike sparks from them, I say
Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.


Comments about I Go Back To May 1937 by Sharon Olds

  • (11/23/2017 5:11:00 PM)


    A very dynamic warning exhibiting the necessity of personal thought before actions are taken, I am also a propagator of self-thinking. Thank you for your wonderful poem, Paul (Report) Reply

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  • (11/23/2017 1:57:00 PM)


    I
    take them up like the male and female
    paper dolls and bang them together
    at the hips, like chips of flint, as if to
    strike sparks from them, ....

    And then you come into the world
    enchanting everyone with poems of life and love.
    People bang, sparks fly and they see shining stars in daylight.

    You did pretty well, Sharon.
    There were sparks with lightening.
    Thunderous clouds gathered and rained
    till the parched, dry earth could drink no more.
    (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/23/2017 11:25:00 AM)


    I will tell about it! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • (11/23/2017 10:36:00 AM)


    She revives the remembrance of what is now so painful to her but bold enough to face it fearlessly..............candidly expressed...........thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (11/23/2017 5:15:00 AM)


    Such an interesting write, Sharon....... a huge 10+++ (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/23/2017 1:50:00 AM)


    Stupendous write. Congratulations dear Sharon for being selected this poem as the member poem of the day. (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (11/23/2017 1:14:00 AM)


    A great blow in a few lines, nice penning Sharon, Congrats for the modern POD. (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (11/29/2014 11:33:00 AM)


    Holy cow! This poem hits hard and pulls no punches. A fantastic job! (Report) Reply

  • (5/15/2014 10:35:00 AM)


    Nicely written and told from an interesting perspective. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • Troy Ulysses Davis (11/29/2012 12:56:00 AM)


    I enjoyed the perspective of the narrative. (Report) Reply

  • (11/19/2011 3:12:00 AM)


    Really like this, a really really good poem. Enjoyed reading it.
    May i invite you to read my new one. Called, Indian Brave.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 19, 2011


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