
Today's poem Sharon Olds is called a confessional poet. When I first encountered her poems in the 2014 ARVON workshop, I soon recalled a Japanese novelist Osamu Dazai. I think that there are common points between Sharon Olds and Osamu Dazai. (Note) Osamu Dazai, refer to https://bit.ly/34UzqQ9 (Japanese) and https://bit.ly/3acfsRK (English) Still Life by Sharon Olds At moments almost thinking of her, I was moving through the still life show while my mother had her stroke. She was teaching someone, three times zones away, to peel and slice a banana, in the one correct way, and I was with the little leeks, near the sweated egg, near the newts quick and the newts gone over on their backs. An orange trailed from its shoulders the stole of its rind, the father from the tree the more thinged and dried, the wasp was done with one sable guard-hair in oil that had ground gold in it. She had alerted me, from the start, to objects, she'd cried out, i...