In stanzas rich with life's profound embrace,
Sharon Olds wove words, a poetic grace.
Verses danced, a vibrant, candid stream,
Her pen a beacon, in reality's dream.
Through life's tapestry, her verses told,
Of love's ardor, and stories bold.
Yet, time's relentless, inevitable tide,
Embraced her gently, where poets bide.
In the quiet realm where shadows play,
Sharon's ink echoes, an eternal display.
Her legacy, a testament to art's breath,
In life and death, she conquered death.
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