Poems by Sharon Olds
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First Thanksgiving
... I will smell her hair! She will sleep in this apartment, ...
Still Life in Landscape
... It was night, it had rained, there were pieces of cars and ...
My Son the Man
... It seems no time since I would help him to put on his sleeper, ...
Chamber Thicket
... and then toward this place, like a wandering dreaming ...
I Could Not Tell
... to one knee on the street, scraped it, twisted it, ...
My Father's Diary
... Inside, the stacked, shy wealth of his print&mdash ...
I Go Back to May 1937
... they are about to graduate, they are about to get married, ...
The Flurry
... Tonight, to breathe its Magellanic field is less ...
Toth Farry
... on my grandmother's what-not in a gravure on my mother's ...
Sex Without Love
... They do not mistake the lover for their own pleasure, ...
The End
... on the hill, covered them with blankets that soaked ...
The Borders
... but the barrier of my skin failed, the barrier of my ...
One Year
... ant onto the stone, leaving it, and not coming back ...
A Week Later
... and hours. We had signed the papers and come down to the ...
Topography
... nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all ...
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