#Sharon Olds

[firstfullmoon]

Sharon Olds, “Late Poem to My Father”

[havingapoemwithyou]

i go back to may 1937 by Sharon Olds

[geryone]

The Father, Sharon Olds

[apoemeveryday]

i go back to may 1937 by sharon olds.

[apoemaday]

Sex Without Love

by Sharon Olds

How do they do it, the ones who make love without love? Beautiful as dancers, gliding over each other like ice-skaters over the ice, fingers hooked inside each other’s bodies, faces red as steak, wine, wet as the children at birth whose mothers are going to give them away. How do they come to the come to the come to the God come to the still waters, and not love the one who came there with them, light rising slowly as steam off their joined skin? These are the true religious, the purists, the pros, the ones who will not accept a false Messiah, love the priest instead of the God. They do not mistake the lover for their own pleasure, they are like great runners: they know they are alone with the road surface, the cold, the wind, the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio- vascular health — just factors, like the partner in the bed, and not the truth, which is the single body alone in the universe against its own best time.

[toiich]

Sharon Olds, A Week Later

[llovelymoonn]

patrick white the vivisector \\ sharon olds one secret thing: poems: "something is happening" (via @flowerytale)

kofi

[madgirlscosm]

I am doing something I learned early to do, I am paying attention to small beauties.

[sorrydetka]

but i wanna live with you.

severance, 2.10 ‘cold harbor’ // true love by sharon olds

[firstfullmoon]

Sharon Olds, “The Chute”

[havingapoemwithyou]

true love by Sharon Olds

[geryone]

The Father, Sharon Olds

[perfectfeelings]

Once you lose someone, it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

Sharon Olds

[derangedrhythms]

I know where you are / with my eyes closed, we are bound to each other / with huge invisible threads,

Sharon Olds, Strike Sparks: Selected Poems 1980-2002; from ‘True Love’

[arcaneweaving]

Jinx meeting Vander for the first and last time

“Abishag” by Louise Glück in The House on Marshland // “My Father’s Eyes” by Sharon Olds in The Father // “Thirst: Introduction to Kinds of Water” by Anne Carson in Plainwater // Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin // As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner // My Phantoms by Gwendoline Riley // “Losing” by Ada Limón in The Carrying //

[qvotable]

Once you lose someone, it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

Sharon Olds