Sharon Olds
Sharon Olds
Sharon Oldsis an American poet. Olds has been the recipient of many awards including the 2013 Pulitzer Prize in Poetry, the 1984 National Book Critics Circle Award, and the first San Francisco Poetry Center Award in 1980 She currently teaches creative writing at New York University...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth19 November 1942
CountryUnited States of America
deceiving leaving-me
I did not deceive him, he did not deceive me, I did not leave him, he did not leave me, I freed him, he freed me.
school someday notes
There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in school.
people feelings ordinary
Poets are like steam valves, where the ordinary feelings of ordinary people can escape and be shown.
distance wish world
I wish I wrote more about the world at more distance from myself.
forbidden
it is forbidden to love where we are not loved
lying writing self
Writing or making anything-a poem, a bird feeder, a chocolate cake-has self-respect in it. You're working. You're trying. You're not lying down on the ground, having given up.
mom mother daughter
The older I get, the more I see the power of that young woman, my mother.
sex order risk
Maybe in order to understand sex fully/one has to risk being destroyed by it.
love-is self-love community
.. to a poet, the human community is like the community of birds to a bird, singing to each other. Love is one of the reasons we are singing to one another, love of language itself, love of sound, love of singing itself, and love of the other birds.
love-you exercise people
Take your vitamins. Exercise. Just work to love yourself as much as you can - not more than the people around you but not so much less.
ideas would-be lines
If I wrote in a sonnet form, I would be distorting. Or if I had some great new idea for line breaks and I used it in a poem, but it's really not right for that poem, but I wanted it, that would be distorting.
writing lucky late
I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.
may force creatures
This creature of the poem may assemble itself into a being with its own centrifugal force.
thinking years air
Maybe we can use a metaphor for it, out of dance. I think for many years I was aware of the need, in dance and in life, to breathe deeply and to take in more air than we usually take in.