{"product_id":"strike-sparks-isbn-9780375710766","title":"Strike Sparks","description":"\u003cb\u003eFrom the Pulitzer Prize and T.S. Eliot Prize for Poetry winner comes a powerful collection from one of our most gifted and widely read poets—117 of her finest poems drawn from her seven published volumes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMichael Ondaatje has called Sharon Olds’s poetry “pure fire in the hands” and cheered the “roughness and humor and brag and tenderness and completion in her work as she carries the reader through rooms of passion and loss.” This rich selection exhibits those qualities in poem after poem, reflecting, moreover, an exciting experimentation with rhythm and language and a movement toward an embrace beyond the personal. Subjects are revisited—the pain of childhood, adolescent sexual stirrings, the fulfillment of marriage, the wonder of children—but each recasting penetrates ever more deeply, enriched by new perceptions and conceits.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eStrike Sparks\u003c\/i\u003e is a testament to this remarkable poet’s continuing and amazing growth.From \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eSatan Says\u003c\/b\u003e (1980)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIndictment of Senior Officers \u003cbr\u003eThe Sisters of Sexual Treasure \u003cbr\u003eStation \u003cbr\u003eMonarchs \u003cbr\u003eInfinite Bliss \u003cbr\u003eThe Language of the Brag \u003cbr\u003eThe Talk \u003cbr\u003eI Could Not Tell\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFrom \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Dead and the Living\u003c\/b\u003e (1984)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIdeographs\u003cbr\u003ePhotograph of the Girl \u003cbr\u003eRace Riot, Tulsa, 1921 \u003cbr\u003eOf All the Dead That Have Come to Me, This Once\u003cbr\u003eMiscarriage \u003cbr\u003eMy Father Snoring \u003cbr\u003eThe Moment \u003cbr\u003eThe Connoisseuse of Slugs \u003cbr\u003eNew Mother \u003cbr\u003eSex Without Love \u003cbr\u003eEcstasy \u003cbr\u003eExclusive \u003cbr\u003eRite of Passage \u003cbr\u003e35⁄10 \u003cbr\u003eThe Missing Boy \u003cbr\u003eBestiary \u003cbr\u003eThe One Girl at the Boys’ Party \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFrom \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Gold Cell\u003c\/b\u003e (1987)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSummer Solstice, New York City \u003cbr\u003eOn the Subway \u003cbr\u003eThe Food-Thief \u003cbr\u003eThe Girl \u003cbr\u003eThe Pope’s Penis \u003cbr\u003eWhen \u003cbr\u003eI Go Back to May 1937 \u003cbr\u003eAlcatraz \u003cbr\u003eWhy My Mother Made Me \u003cbr\u003eAfter 37 Years My Mother Apologizes for My Childhood\u003cbr\u003eCambridge Elegy \u003cbr\u003eTopography \u003cbr\u003eI Cannot Forget the Woman in the Mirror \u003cbr\u003eThe Moment the Two Worlds Meet \u003cbr\u003eLittle Things \u003cbr\u003eThe Month of June: 13½\u003cbr\u003eLooking at Them Asleep \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFrom \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Father\u003c\/b\u003e (1992)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Glass \u003cbr\u003eHis Stillness \u003cbr\u003eThe Lifting \u003cbr\u003eThe Race \u003cbr\u003eWonder \u003cbr\u003eThe Feelings \u003cbr\u003eHis Ashes \u003cbr\u003eBeyond Harm \u003cbr\u003eThe Underlife \u003cbr\u003eNatural History \u003cbr\u003eThe Ferryer \u003cbr\u003eI Wanted to Be There When My Father Died \u003cbr\u003eWaste Sonata \u003cbr\u003eMy Father Speaks to Me from the Dead \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFrom \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Wellspring\u003c\/b\u003e (1996)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy Parents’ Wedding Night, 1937 \u003cbr\u003eJapanese-American Farmhouse, California, 1942\u003cbr\u003eKilling My Sister’s Fish \u003cbr\u003eMrs. Krikorian \u003cbr\u003eFirst \u003cbr\u003eAdolescence \u003cbr\u003eMay 1968 \u003cbr\u003eBathing the New Born \u003cbr\u003e41, Alone, No Gerbil \u003cbr\u003ePhysics \u003cbr\u003eMy Son the Man \u003cbr\u003eFirst Formal \u003cbr\u003eHigh School Senior \u003cbr\u003eThe Pediatrician Retires \u003cbr\u003eThis Hour \u003cbr\u003eFull Summer \u003cbr\u003eAm and Am Not \u003cbr\u003eTrue Love \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFrom \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eBlood, Tin, Straw\u003c\/b\u003e (1999)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Promise \u003cbr\u003eKnow-Nothing \u003cbr\u003eDear Heart,\u003cbr\u003e19 \u003cbr\u003eThat Day \u003cbr\u003eAfter Punishment Was Done with Me \u003cbr\u003eWhat Is the Earth? \u003cbr\u003eLeaving the Island \u003cbr\u003eThe Prepositions \u003cbr\u003e1954 \u003cbr\u003eCool Breeze \u003cbr\u003eFor and Against Knowledge \u003cbr\u003eThe Spouses Waking Up in the Hotel Mirror \u003cbr\u003eYou Kindly \u003cbr\u003eWhere Will Love Go? \u003cbr\u003eThe Protestor \u003cbr\u003eThe Summer-Camp Bus Pulls Away from the Curb\u003cbr\u003eThe Talkers \u003cbr\u003eFirst Thanksgiving \u003cbr\u003eThe Native \u003cbr\u003eThe Knowing \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFrom \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Unswept Room\u003c\/b\u003e (2002)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKindergarten Abecedarian \u003cbr\u003eBible Study: 71 B.C.E. \u003cbr\u003e5¢ a Peek \u003cbr\u003eGrey Girl \u003cbr\u003eStill Life in Landscape \u003cbr\u003eThe Wedding Vow \u003cbr\u003eHis Costume \u003cbr\u003eFirst Weeks \u003cbr\u003eThe Clasp \u003cbr\u003eDiaphragm Aria \u003cbr\u003eThe Window \u003cbr\u003eFish Oil \u003cbr\u003eWonder as Wander \u003cbr\u003eThe Shyness \u003cbr\u003eApril, New Hampshire \u003cbr\u003eThe Untangling \u003cbr\u003eThe Learner \u003cbr\u003eHeaven to Be \u003cbr\u003eThe Tending \u003cbr\u003ePsalm \u003cbr\u003eThe UnsweptSHARON OLDS was born in San Francisco and was educated at Stanford and Columbia.  She was the New York State Poet Laureate from 1998 to 2000. She teaches poetry workshops  in the Graduate Creative Writing Program at New York University and was one of the  founders of the NYU workshop program at Goldwater Hospital on Roosevelt Island in  New York City. Her work has received the Harriet Monroe Prize, the National Book  Critics Circle Award, the Lamont Selection of the Academy of American Poets, and  the San Francisco Poetry Center Award. She lives in New York City.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sharon Olds’s  \u003ci\u003eThe Dead and the Living; The Gold Cell; The Wellspring; The Father; Blood, Tin, Straw; \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Unswept Room \u003c\/i\u003eare available in Knopf paperback\u003ci\u003e.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eTopography\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter we flew across the country  we \u003cbr\u003egot in bed, laid our bodies \u003cbr\u003eintricately together, like maps laid\u003cbr\u003eface to face, East to West, my\u003cbr\u003eSan Francisco against your New York, your \u003cbr\u003eFire Island against my Sonoma, my \u003cbr\u003eNew Orleans deep inside your Texas, your Idaho\u003cbr\u003ebright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas \u003cbr\u003eburning against your Kansas your Kansas\u003cbr\u003eburning against my Kansas, your Eastern\u003cbr\u003eStandard Time pressing into my\u003cbr\u003ePacific Time, my Mountain Time \u003cbr\u003ebeating against your Central Time, your\u003cbr\u003esun rising swiftly from the right my \u003cbr\u003esun rising swiftly from the left your\u003cbr\u003emoon rising slowly from the left my\u003cbr\u003emoon rising slowly from the right until\u003cbr\u003eall four bodies of the sky\u003cbr\u003eburn above us, sealing us together, \u003cbr\u003eall our cities twin cities,\u003cbr\u003eall our states united, one\u003cbr\u003enation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFirst Thanksgiving\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen she comes back, from college, I will see\u003cbr\u003ethe skin of her upper arms, cool, \u003cbr\u003ematte, glossy.  She will hug me, my old \u003cbr\u003esoupy chest against her breasts,\u003cbr\u003eI will smell her hair!  She will sleep in this apartment, \u003cbr\u003eher sleep like an untamed, good object, like a \u003cbr\u003esoul in a body.  She came into my life the\u003cbr\u003esecond great arrival, fresh\u003cbr\u003efrom the other world — which lay, from within him, \u003cbr\u003ewithin me.  Those nights, I fed her to sleep,\u003cbr\u003eweek after week, the moon rising, \u003cbr\u003eand setting, and waxing — whirling, over the months, \u003cbr\u003ein a steady blur, around our planet.\u003cbr\u003eNow she doesn’t need love like that, she has \u003cbr\u003ehad it.  She will walk in glowing, we will talk, \u003cbr\u003eand then, when she’s fast asleep, I’ll exult\u003cbr\u003eto have her in that room again,\u003cbr\u003ebehind that door! As a child, I caught\u003cbr\u003ebees, by the wings, and held them, some seconds,\u003cbr\u003elooked into their wild faces,\u003cbr\u003elistened to them sing, \u003cbr\u003ethen tossed them back\u003cbr\u003einto the air — I remember the moment the\u003cbr\u003earc of my toss swerved, and they entered\u003cbr\u003ethe corrected curve of their departure.","brand":"Knopf","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46299991998693,"sku":"NP9780375710766","price":19.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780375710766.jpg?v=1767737437","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/strike-sparks-isbn-9780375710766","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}