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“they came to these islands and low hills which lift up from a land where we have set a lamp with a golden torch on top, to remind us, here at the door: entering through it was a promise to leave it open behind us.”

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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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