Sharon Olds

(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

Sharon Olds Poems

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

Comments about Sharon Olds

  • Hannah Jolley (2/28/2016 12:08:00 PM)

    What are the literary devices in this poem, and some examples of them? Please help.

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  • Bill Grace (1/16/2012 11:01:00 PM)

    This woman haunts me and I have never met her! But here are four of her book titles: The Unswept Room, The Dead and the Living, Satan Says, Blood, Tin, Straw She is frankly an indictment of the Poemhunter site because there is no word of which she is afraid. We had her Sex without Love on our front page (Poemhunter) and this has been lost. She has taught me to be a little less afraid and a little more honest in my writing. Well worth an investment of any sort. Bill Grace in San Antonio, Texas

  • Judy Meibach Judy Meibach (5/1/2010 5:28:00 PM)

    I have heard a lot about Sharon Olds lately - I would like to listen to her speak or to read - her poem 1954 evoked so many feelings in me - I really loved it - and would like to read more as I could understand her better.

  • Pilar Mogollon Pilar Mogollon (1/12/2009 4:43:00 AM)

    Sharon Olds is absolutely brilliant, her letter to Laura Bush was poetry itself, and honest and I am so glad she refused to break bread with them. I wonder who publishes her poems here, I would like to see the poem Language of the Brag.

  • Robert Casady (10/25/2006 5:32:00 PM)

    I appreciate Ms. Olds' right to have an opinion, but she should do some research: it is not 'Bush's war', it was approved by Congress; the facts behind the decision were documented by virtually every country in the world; WMD were found, by the way. She obviously sees the good in people, but needs to also see the 'bad' in people.... those who are trying to kill us. I know she did not want 9/11, but what does she suggest to stop it from happening again? Does she prefer to see Americans die rather than torture a terrorist who kills women and children. She needs to come down out of her ivory tower.

  • Carol Kambanis (11/15/2005 2:54:00 AM)

    Oh, THANK YOU, thank you for not attending the affair w Laura Bush as an example of discontent with the war in Iraq! ! ! This whole thing is NOT the America I love and have always respected.

  • Jillanne Foster (1/9/2005 7:35:00 PM)

    Sharon Olds awoke me from the buzz of background noise. Yes, there is a poet who sees through more than just their eyes and ears. I let out the sigh for all who feel more.

  • Shahadatur Rahman Sohel (12/28/2004 9:02:00 AM)

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Best Poem of Sharon Olds

The Victims

When Mother divorced you, we were glad. She took it and
took it in silence, all those years and then
kicked you out, suddenly, and her
kids loved it. Then you were fired, and we
grinned inside, the way people grinned when
Nixon's helicopter lifted off the South
Lawn for the last time. We were tickled
to think of your office taken away,
your secretaries taken away,
your lunches with three double bourbons,
your pencils, your reams of paper. Would they take your
suits back, too, those dark
carcasses hung in your closet, and the black
noses of your shoes ...

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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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