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The Death of Marilyn Monroe
(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

The Death of Marilyn Monroe

Poem By Sharon Olds

The ambulance men touched her cold
body, lifted it, heavy as iron,
onto the stretcher, tried to close the
mouth, closed the eyes, tied the
arms to the sides, moved a caught
strand of hair, as if it mattered,
saw the shape of her breasts, flattened by
gravity, under the sheet
carried her, as if it were she,
down the steps.

These men were never the same. They went out
afterwards, as they always did,
for a drink or two, but they could not meet
each other's eyes.

Their lives took
a turn-one had nightmares, strange
pains, impotence, depression. One did not
like his work, his wife looked
different, his kids. Even death
seemed different to him-a place where she
would be waiting,

and one found himself standing at night
in the doorway to a room of sleep, listening to a
woman breathing, just an ordinary
woman
breathing.

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CONGRATULATIONS being chosen by Pioem Hunter as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Hooray! ! Last year same date 23 April 2019. I have read manby poems of the great poetess and my conclusion remains the same: Poetess Sharon Olds IS true sublimest and I love the structure of her words, crystal clear. Excellent way of creating poems
Before I write down a comment about the great poetess Sharon Olds, she IS a great North American Poetess. I will cite here a comment of Author Michael Ondaatje says of her work " Sharon Olds's poems are pure fire in the hands, risky, on the verge of falling, and in the end leaping up. I love the roughness and humor and brag and tenderness and completion in her work as she carries the reader through rooms of passion and loss. Exactly!
Excellent style of the narration has made the serious scenario memorable. Well deserved modern poem of the day.
strand of hair, as if it mattered, saw the shape of her, flattened by gravity, under the sheet carried her, as if it were she, down the steps. a very good poem which gives the reader points to think of life. tony
JFK's favourite squeeze. How about one on Princess Diana.
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