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Sharon Olds - The Unborn

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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Poet: Sharon Olds
Poem: The Unborn

Comment 444 of 444, added on October 21st, 2014 at 5:33 AM.

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Comment 443 of 444, added on August 7th, 2014 at 3:10 PM.

Im obliged for the article.Thanks Again. Really Great.

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Comment 442 of 444, added on August 7th, 2014 at 2:28 PM.

Im grateful for the post.Really thank you!

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