Sharon Olds was born a day after mine, on November 19 of 1942. She has won many important awards like the Pulitzer Prize and is known for her very emotional and personal writings. Family and Politics are her main topics in her poetry. She currently teaches at New York University and still writes poems and other writings today.
I feel like Olds line breaks in this poem are crucial in how you read the poem. It where they break keeps the flow of the poem and kept me engaged. For example: line 5-12: with a dark brown mustache told me
another airline had a nonstop
leaving in seven minutes. See that
elevator over there, well go
down to the f first floor, make a right, you’ll
see a yellow bus, get off at the
second Pan AM terminal, I
As you can see, you can’t end on any of these lines.. the breaks practically force you to go on to the next line to find out what happens next. I think another thing she does through out this poem is tell a story. From the beginning we find out that her father has hours to live and her urgency to get home. Once the reader finds out her flight was cancelled, her or she feels great empathy for her and that moment your automatically hooked to seeing if she can find a way to her father. When she reaches his room, relief fills the heart and she is able to watch him breath through the night.
I think this must be a true story of her life because she’s from California, and she must have been on the other side of the United States because of these few lines:
…We lifted up
gently from one tip of the continent
and did not stop until we set down lightly on the
other edge,…
California is the other edge of the United States. I thought this was a pretty good allusion.
Recently I just flew home to see my family.When I got to the spokane airport i realized i was a lot later than I thought and that i might miss my plan. The events that took place so i could make it to my flight with only seconds to spare allowed me to really relate to this Poem. I needed to get home and i would do anything to make it there. This poem was great and makes me want to read more of here work. Its crazy how sometimes in life it really is a “Race”.
Here is a link to another poem she has written called Armor.