{"product_id":"the-wellspring-isbn-9780679765608","title":"The Wellspring","description":"Sharon Olds's dazzling new collection is a sequence of poems that reaches into the very wellspring of life. The poems take us back to the womb, and from there on to childhood, to a searing sexual awakening, to the shock of childbirth, to the wonder and humor of parenthood--and, finally, to the depths of adult love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlways bold, musical, honest, these poems plunge us into the essence of experience. This is a highly charged, beautifully organized collection from one of the finest poets writing today.\"Sharon Olds's poems are pure fire in the hands--risky, on the verge of falling, and in the end leaping up. I love the roughness and humor and brag and tenderness and completion in her work as she carries the reader through rooms of passion and loss.\"\u003cbr\u003e--Michael OndaatjeSharon Olds was born in 1942, in San Francisco, and was educated at Stanford University and Columbia University. Her poetry has won both the Lamont Poetry Selection and the National Book Critics Circle Award. She teaches poetry workshops in the Graduate Creative Writing Program at New York University and in the NYU workshop program at Goldwater Hospital on Roosevelt Island in New York.Bathing the New Born\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI love with an almost fearful love\u003cbr\u003eto remember the first baths I gave him--\u003cbr\u003eour second child, our first son--\u003cbr\u003eI laid the little torso along\u003cbr\u003emy left forearm, nape of the neck\u003cbr\u003ein the crook of my elbow, hips nearly as\u003cbr\u003esmall as a least tern's hips\u003cbr\u003eagainst my wrist, thigh held loosely\u003cbr\u003ein the loop of thumb and forefinger,\u003cbr\u003ethe sign that means exactly right. I'd soap him,\u003cbr\u003ethe long, violet, cold feet,\u003cbr\u003ethe scrotum wrinkled as a waved whelk shell\u003cbr\u003eso new it was flexible yet, the chest,\u003cbr\u003ethe hands, the clavicles, the throat, the gummy\u003cbr\u003efurze of the scalp. When I got him too soapy he'd\u003cbr\u003eslide in my grip like an armful of buttered\u003cbr\u003enoodles, but I'd hold him not too tight,\u003cbr\u003eI felt that I was good for him,\u003cbr\u003eI'd tell him about his wonderful body\u003cbr\u003eand the wonderful soap, and he'd look up at me,\u003cbr\u003eone week old, his eyes still wide\u003cbr\u003eand apprehensive. I love that time\u003cbr\u003ewhen you croon and croon to them, you can see\u003cbr\u003ethe calm slowly entering them, you can\u003cbr\u003esense it in your clasping hand,\u003cbr\u003ethe little spine relaxing against\u003cbr\u003ethe muscle of your forearm, you feel the fear\u003cbr\u003eleaving their bodies, he lay in the blue\u003cbr\u003eoval plastic baby tub and\u003cbr\u003elooked at me in wonder and began to\u003cbr\u003emove his silky limbs at will in the water.","brand":"Knopf","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303235899621,"sku":"NP9780679765608","price":18.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780679765608.jpg?v=1767742181","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/the-wellspring-isbn-9780679765608","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}