The Unborn Poem by 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.
beautiful imagery, beautifully said. A poem that should be read by all abortionist
I don't think this poem has anything to do with abortion. What are people thinking?
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!
Brilliant poem being chosen by Poem Hunter and Team as The Modern Poem Of The Day, hooray! TOP Marks 5 Stars. Enjoyed reading this fantastic poem!
It reflects the societal and cultural pressures women face regarding motherhood and the complexities of reproductive choices, making it relevant to the period in which it was written.(time-bound)
A timeless poem with compelling images. Brilliantly expressed.
Very powerful poem with a meaningful message. The closure lines strike like arrows hitting the very heart of a reader.
This poem was published on ph on January 13,2003. Years before I ever heard of PoemHunter! Still live. Bri digs it out for us. Thank you Bri Edwards. You have been doing yeomen service to poetry! Congratulations
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12/3/2024 5:08:28 AM # 1.0.0
Yes, yet this piece somewhat seems to hint at or reminds us and man and woman, that in the end, Abortion is an anti-Christian sin and act, perpetrated by the thoughtless, bad. God bless us all-MJG.