Academic journal article Antipodes

Last Night for Sharon Olds

Academic journal article Antipodes

Last Night for Sharon Olds

Article excerpt

for Sharon Olds

I don't know what it means to die, although

I have written that i do. i lay there in the bed

and thought, I want to live. And so i lived:

I left, i got well, i kept on. this evening,

when you were reading to the crowd,

I realized i might never see you again-

you or i might die before another meeting

took place: here in Australia, there in America,

the upside-down, inside-out places we inhabit.

Then i thought of the other people i love-

my poetry teacher, full of gentleness,

her husband, also a poet, and of how they, too,

would die one day, perhaps before i would.

And i wept, knowing of their deaths and

of my loneliness even as i held on to

my lover's hand, your voice sounding

in my ears, my teacher and her husband

three rows behind us . …

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