“... sometimes I can feel it, the way we are pouring slowly toward a curve and around it through something dark and soft, and we are bound to each other.” WayFeelsI CanSometimesDarkBoundsCurvesPouring Author:Sharon Olds
“Everyone is so different. I sometimes wish I wrote in a different way. You know, that feeling of: So-and-so writes slowly, if only I wrote slowly.” IfsKnowsWayWritingDifferentSometimesFeelingsWishDifferent Ways Author:Sharon Olds
“I think that my work is easy to understand because I am not a thinker, I am not a... How can I put it? I write the way I perceive, I guess.” ThinkingWayWritingEasyPerceiveThinker Author:Sharon Olds
“My poems - I don't even like the sound of that, in a way. Not that anyone else wrote them. But we know that only people who are really close to us care about our personal experience.” PeopleKnowsWayCareSoundPersonal Experiences Author:Sharon Olds
“Poems come from ordinary experiences and objects, I think. Out of memory - a dress I lent my daughter on her way back to college; a newspaper photograph of war; a breast self-exam; the tooth fairy; Calvinist parents who beat up their children; a gesture of love; seeing oneself naked over age 50 in a set of bright hotel bathroom mirrors.” ThinkingWayChildrenWarSelfAgeParentMemoriesSeeingObjectsCollegeBeatsOrdinaryDaughterMirrorsDressesPhotographOneselfNewspapersTeethNakedFairyBreastsHotelMy DaughterGesturesBathroomExamTooth FairyBack To College Author:Sharon Olds
