FEATURE

Shards of Love

Sharon Olds, winner of the Pulitzer Prize for poetry, takes us through the windows of her broken marriage.

by Meghan O'Rourke Published Summer 2013
  • Comments (0)
  • Email
  • ShareThis
  • Print
  • Text Size A A A

Illustration by Cliff Alejandro

The Healers

When they say, If there are any doctors aboard,
would they make themselves known
, I remember when my then
husband would rise, and I would get to be
the one he rose from beside. They say now
that it does not work, unless you are equal.
And after those first thirty years,
I was not the one he wanted to rise from
or return to — not I but she who would also
rise, when such were needed. Now I see them,
lifting, side by side, on wide,
medical, wading-bird wings — like storks with the
doctor bags of like-loves-like
dangling from their beaks. Oh well. It was the way
it was, he did not feel happy when words
were called for, and I stood.


Sharon Olds ’72GSAS has received the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Critics Circle Award, and the San Francisco State University Poetry Center Book Award. She teaches in the graduate creative-writing program at NYU.

  • Email
  • ShareThis
  • Print
  • Recommend (48)
Log in with your UNI to post a comment

The best stories wherever you go on the Columbia Magazine App

Maybe next time