Strike sparks Selected poems, 1980-2002

Sharon Olds

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Published
New York : Alfred A. Knopf 2004.
Language
English
Main Author
Sharon Olds (-)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
181 pages ; 22 cm
ISBN
9781400042784
9780375710766
  • from Satan Says (1980)
  • Indictment of Senior Officers
  • The Sisters of Sexual Treasure
  • Station
  • Monarchs
  • Infinite Bliss
  • The Language of the Brag
  • The Talk
  • I Could Not Tell
  • from The Dead and the Living (1984)
  • Ideographs
  • Photograph of the Girl
  • Race Riot, Tulsa, 1921
  • Of All the Dead That Have Come to Me, This Once
  • Miscarriage
  • My Father Snoring
  • The Moment
  • The Connoisseuse of Slugs
  • New Mother
  • Sex Without Love
  • Ecstasy
  • Exclusive
  • Rite of Passage
  • 35/10
  • The Missing Boy
  • Bestiary
  • The One Girl at the Boys' Party
  • from The Gold Cell (1987)
  • Summer Solstice, New York City
  • On the Subway
  • The Food-Thief
  • The Girl
  • The Pope's Penis
  • When
  • I Go Back to May 1937
  • Alcatraz
  • Why My Mother Made Me
  • After 37 Years My Mother Apologizes for My Childhood
  • Cambridge Elegy
  • Topography
  • I Cannot Forget the Woman in the Mirror
  • The Moment the Two Worlds Meet
  • Little Things
  • The Month of June: 13 1/2
  • Looking at Them Asleep
  • from The Father (1992)
  • The Glass
  • His Stillness
  • The Lifting
  • The Race
  • Wonder
  • The Feelings
  • His Ashes
  • Beyond Harm
  • The Underlife
  • Natural History
  • The Ferryer
  • I Wanted to Be There When My Father Died
  • Waste Sonata
  • My Father Speaks to Me from the Dead
  • from The Wellspring (1996)
  • My Parents' Wedding Night, 1937
  • Japanese-American Farmhouse, California, 1942
  • Killing My Sister's Fish
  • Mrs. Krikorian
  • First
  • Adolescence
  • May 1968
  • Bathing the New Born
  • 41, Alone, No Gerbil
  • Physics
  • My Son the Man
  • First Formal
  • High School Senior
  • The Pediatrician Retires
  • This Hour
  • Full Summer
  • Am and Am Not
  • True Love
  • from Blood, Tin, Straw (1999)
  • The Promise
  • Know-Nothing
  • Dear Heart
  • 19
  • That Day
  • After Punishment Was Done with Me
  • What Is the Earth?
  • Leaving the Island
  • The Prepositions
  • 1954
  • Cool Breeze
  • For and Against Knowledge
  • The Spouses Waking Up in the Hotel Mirror
  • You Kindly
  • Where Will Love Go?
  • The Protestor
  • The Summer-Camp Bus Pulls Away from the Curb
  • The Talkers
  • First Thanksgiving
  • The Native
  • The Knowing
  • from The Unswept Room (2002)
  • Kindergarten Abecedarian
  • Bible Study: 71 B.C.E.
  • 5[cent] a Peek
  • Grey Girl
  • Still Life in Landscape
  • The Wedding Vow
  • His Costume
  • First Weeks
  • The Clasp
  • Diaphragm Aria
  • The Window
  • Fish Oil
  • Wonder as Wander
  • The Shyness
  • April, New Hampshire
  • The Untangling
  • The Learner
  • Heaven to Be
  • The Tending
  • Psalm
  • The Unswept

Topography After we flew across the country we got in bed, laid our bodies intricately together, like maps laid face to face, East to West, my San Francisco against your New York, your Fire Island against my Sonoma, my New Orleans deep inside your Texas, your Idaho bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas burning against your Kansas your Kansas burning against my Kansas, your Eastern Standard Time pressing into my Pacific Time, my Mountain Time beating against your Central Time, your sun rising swiftly from the right my sun rising swiftly from the left your moon rising slowly from the left my moon rising slowly from the right until all four bodies of the sky burn above us, sealing us together, all our cities twin cities, all our states united, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. First Thanksgiving When she comes back, from college, I will see the skin of her upper arms, cool, matte, glossy. She will hug me, my old soupy chest against her breasts, I will smell her hair! She will sleep in this apartment, her sleep like an untamed, good object, like a soul in a body. She came into my life the second great arrival, fresh from the other world -- which lay, from within him, within me. Those nights, I fed her to sleep, week after week, the moon rising, and setting, and waxing -- whirling, over the months, in a steady blur, around our planet. Now she doesn't need love like that, she has had it. She will walk in glowing, we will talk, and then, when she's fast asleep, I'll exult to have her in that room again, behind that door! As a child, I caught bees, by the wings, and held them, some seconds, looked into their wild faces, listened to them sing, then tossed them back into the air -- I remember the moment the arc of my toss swerved, and they entered the corrected curve of their departure. Excerpted from Strike Sparks: Selected Poems, 1980-2002 by Sharon Olds All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.