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Birthday Poem For My Grandmother – Sharon Olds

January 14, 2013May 4, 2020 Author

I stood on the porch tonight–which way do we face to talk to the dead? I thought of the new rose, and went out over the grey lawn–things really have no color at night. I descended the stones, as if to the place where one speaks to the dead. The rose stood half-uncurled, glowing white in the black air. Later I remembered your birthday. You…

Eskimo – Anonymous

December 17, 2012August 8, 2020 Author

Far inland go my sad thoughts. It is too much never to leave this bench. I want to wander far inland. I remember hunting animals, the good food. It is too much never to leave this bench. I want to wander far inland. I hunted like men. I carried weapons, shot reindeer, bull, cow, and calf, killed them with my arrows one evening…