A Week Later (Sharon Olds Poems)
A week later, I said to a friend: I don't think I could ever write about it. Maybe in a ...
Sharon Olds Poems on Fire (4 Poems)
The Pact (Sharon Olds Poems)
We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her ...
The Mortal One (Sharon Olds Poems)
Three months after he lies dead, that long yellow narrow body, not like Christ but like one of his saints, ...
The Space Heater (Sharon Olds Poems)
On the then-below-zero day, it was on, near the patients' chair, the old heater kept by the analyst's couch, at ...