(November 19, 1942 / San Francisco)

Poems of Sharon Olds

21. The Unborn 1/13/2003
22. The Victims 1/7/2004
23. Topography 11/19/2011
24. Voices 11/19/2011

The Borders

To say that she came into me,
from another world, is not true.
Nothing comes into the universe
and nothing leaves it.
My mother—I mean my daughter did not
enter me. She began to exist
inside me—she appeared within me.
And my mother did not enter me.
When she lay down, to pray, on me,

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