A Poem by Sharon Olds

This poem by Sharon Olds comes from her amazing book, Satan Says.

Let me know what you think.  It’s probably one of my favorite poems out there; I’ll never forget it.

 

yvetteinufio9TIME TRAVEL

I have learned to go back and walk around

and find the windows and doors.  Outside

it is hot, the pines are black, the lake

laps.  It is 1955 and I am

looking for my father.

I walk from a small room to a big one

through a doorway.  The walls and floor are pine,

full of splinters.

I come upon him.

I can possess him like this, the funnies

rising and falling on his big stomach,

his big solid secret body

where he puts the bourbon.

He belongs to me forever like this,

the red plaid shirt, the baggy pants,

the long perfectly turned legs,

the soft padded hands folded across his body,

the hair dark as a burnt match,

the domed, round eyes closed,

the firm mouth.  Sleeping it off

in the last summer the family was together.

I have learned to walk

so quietly into that summer

no one knows I am there.  He rests

easy as a baby.  Upstairs Continue reading A Poem by Sharon Olds

Survivor/Confessional Poets and Poems I Love

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(photo by AlisonTyne at Etsy)

I have found a number of poets and poems that really get to me–poems about surviving. These amazing poets have a found somehow (I try desperately to do this but am not quite there yet) how to make their suffering/survival/abuse/ lesson/narrative universal. In my poems I have such a hard time weighing–is it too much “I”, too personal, too confessional. Maybe I just need to say the hell with it, and keep writing, developing.

My favorite poet (that I consider Confessional, Post-confessional, Modern-Confessional–whatever) is Amy Gerstler (you can go to her links and bio on my sidebar). When I talk about making surviving universal, to see what I mean check out Amy’s poem “Lost in the Forest.” It is stunning, the ending image takes your breath away, makes you open up somewhere inside, and relate. And she says so much without actually saying it–the details are metaphorical. How has she accomplished this? I also think of Silvia Plath–in particular: Child. (I love her constant references to moon and bone). The way she has it all so balanced–the poem’s story, and then its last line–BAM. And of course, Anne Sexton–the first time I listened to The Double Image I cried (ok maybe because it was WAY TOO close to home, but it was so original).

Nick Flynn (especially in “Father Outside” and maybe “Self-Exam”–I have yet to read his poetry book Some Ether, dying to) also has his own, ripped out, raw way of showing a truth, writing the facts, the situation, what happened (beautifully) without involving his emotion, but your emotions get involved, and what happens is we assume a deep, deep ache and loss and lots of pain, but living with it, getting over it, but knowing it was there.

And let’s not forget Sharon Olds, my second favorite. Satan Says blew me outa the water. I read the whole book (ok, it’s little) as fast as I could, I was so taken up, shocked, and in love with her honesty and again–I could relate. She is more specific, so how does she make it work? It’s not less universal though you think it would be. How, people, HOW?!

I’d like to share a poem by Lisel Mueller from the book The Armless Maiden (recommended for all those who’ve been through childhood abuse):

Bedtime Story

–by Lisel Mueller

 

The moon lies on the river

like a drop of oil. Continue reading Survivor/Confessional Poets and Poems I Love