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The Unborn


Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
The children we could have,
The glimmer of them.


Sometimes I feel them waiting, dozing
In some antechamber - servants, half-
Listening for the bell.


Sometimes I see them lying like love letters
In the Dead Letter Office


And sometimes, like tonight, by some black
Second sight I can feel just one of them
Standing on the edge of a cliff by the sea
In the dark, stretching its arms out
Desperately to me.

Written by Sharon Olds

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