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The Unborn
(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

The Unborn

Poem By Sharon Olds

Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
The children we could have,
The glimmer of them.

Sometimes I feel them waiting, dozing
In some antechamber - servants, half-
Listening for the bell.

Sometimes I see them lying like love letters
In the Dead Letter Office

And sometimes, like tonight, by some black
Second sight I can feel just one of them
Standing on the edge of a cliff by the sea
In the dark, stretching its arms out
Desperately to me.

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This is another of your poems worthy of poem of the day
I love songs about babies.
The way you crated the poem is amazing.It conjures the image in one's mind
i love this poem....feel I've been there with the same feeling And sometimes, like tonight, by some black Second sight I can feel just one of them Standing on the edge of a cliff by the sea In the dark, stretching its arms out Desperately to me. .... and our arms seem too short.... to reach out to catch the hand held with hope... just a little too short..
Amazing poem. I love it and am adding it to my favorite poems list. Will read more of your poems, Sharon.
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