Sharon Olds (1942 - Present)

Sharon Olds is an American poet, born in San Francisco, and author of seven volumes of poetry. Her latest work, The Wellspring (1996), shares with her previous work the use of raw language and startling images to convey truths about domestic and political violence, sexuality, family relationships and the body. The reviewer for the New York Times hailed Olds's poetry for its vision: "Like Whitman, Ms. Olds sings the body in celebration of a power stronger than political oppression."

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First Line	Comments
A week later, I said to a friend: I don't
After we flew across the country we	3 Comments
How do they do it, the ones who make love	4 Comments
I have heard about the civilized,
I pull the bed slowly open, I
In the taxi alone, home from the airport,
It hangs deep in his robes, a delicate	5 Comments
On the then-below-zero day, it was on,
She was four, he was one, it was raining, we had colds,
Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
The first ones were attached to my dress	1 Comment
Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt
Three months after he lies dead, that
To say that she came into me,
We decided to have the abortion, became	5 Comments
We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the
When I eat crab, slide the rosy
When I got to his marker, I sat on it,	1 Comment