I have heard about the civilized,
the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational.
But you and I are
You come in with a bag,
hold it out to me in silence.
I know Moo Shu Pork when I smell it
and understand the message: I have
pleased you greatly last night.
quietly, side by side, to eat,
the long pancakes dangling and spilling,
fragrant sauce dripping out,
and glance at each other askance, wordless,
the corners of our eyes clear as spear points
laid along the sill to show
a friend sits with a friend here.
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
More Poems by Sharon Olds
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on Primitive
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Primitive here.
Commenting turned off, sorry.