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“I am falling, and I do not feel that there are rocks, below, I think I may go on falling, like my own flesh, for the rest of my life”

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Sharon Olds
Sharon Olds

Sharon Olds is a renowned American contemporary poet, born on November 19, 1942. Her poetry is known for its straightforward and candid style, often exploring themes of love, family, and death through personal experiences. more

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