Another American poet, another woman writing in the 1980’s. This one’s from *my* book, The Gold Cell, from 1987. She and I couldn’t be more different as writers; however, if you look into anything deeply enough, your mind will offer up connections.
from I Go Back to May 1937 / by Sharon Olds
I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it — she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man