Stag’s Leap: Poems
Sharon Olds
Category: Poetry
Synopsis: Poems
from the period of Olds’ life during and after her husband left her.
Date finished: 19 June 2013
Rating: ****
Comments:
Sharon Olds’ poetry and I go way back. She’s one of the
first poets I found who could burn it to the ground almost every time. And if
you ask me who my favorite poets are, she’d be right there in the top five:
Sharon Olds, Billy Collins, Max Garland, Naomi Shihab Nye, and Bob Hicok. And
I’m happy to say, she’s writing as good as she ever has.
I haven’t bought a book of poetry for years. I think I was
frustrated by so much bad poetry, so many poems that I just couldn’t connect
with. Not to mention that poetry’s expensive, relatively speaking. But this
spring I bought a handful of titles because I had a hunger that I knew only
poetry would fill.
I enjoy collections of poetry with a common theme, and Olds’
1992 collection The Father will always be one of my
favorite theme-collections. I discovered it at the time I found out my father
was suffering from Parkinson’s disease. I even read parts of it during a Favorite
Poets reading in the late 90s or early 2000s. This is another theme collection,
winner of the Pulitzer Prize, about the dissolution of her marriage and the aftermath of her divorce. It would seem that her husband of over 30 years left her for another
woman.
Reading about divorce is not something I normally care to
do, although there are some great divorce memoirs. Was
the book a downer? Surprisingly, no. There was enough flashback joy to keep the
hovering black cloud from dropping down too far. Remarkably, there was no anger
in the poems.
I was surprised that Olds wrote mostly about missing her
husband’s body and their sexual intimacy. I shouldn’t have been too surprised
as her work is full of sexuality (look up “The Pope’s Penis” or “Topography”),
but I have to tell you, should my husband leave me for another woman, I
wouldn’t be thinking much of his butt or thighs. Didn’t she miss the
intellectual intimacy that comes from long marriage? I’d think that’s what I’d
miss most.
If you’re not normally a poetry reader, Olds might be a good
place to start. Her poems are layered but accessible, and she writes about real
life.
Some beautiful passages:
from “Unspeakable”
…Now I come to look at love
in a new way, now that I know I’m not
standing in its light. I want to ask my
almost-no-longer husband what it’s like to not
love, but he does not want to talk about it,
he wants a stillness at the end of it….
from “Running into You”
…But you seemed
covered with her like a child working with gluewho’s too young to be working with glue…
…except, in some shaded
woods, under some years of leaves androtted cones, the body of a warble
like a whole note fallen from the sky—my old
love for him, like a songbird’s rib case picked clean.
…There is something in me maybe someday
to be written; now it is folded, and folded,
and folded, like a note in school…
How glad I am that she unfolded, unfolded, unfolded, and
wrote these poems.
Would you recommend
this to a friend?
Yes.
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