May Sarton
May Sarton
May Sarton is the pen name of Eleanore Marie Sarton, an American poet, novelist and memoirist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNon-Fiction Author
Date of Birth3 May 1912
CountryUnited States of America
people naked would-be
The fact is that I have lived with the belief that power, any kind of power, was the one thing forbidden to poets. ... Power requires that the inner person never be unmasked. No, we poets have to go naked. And since this is so, it is better that we stay private people; a naked public person would be rather ridiculous, what?
poet clear
It is clear that we do not exactly choose our poems; our poems choose us.
passion poet my-passion
Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.
writing artist civilization
It is dangerous it seems to me for a civilization when there is a complete abyss betewen people in general and the artists. Or is it always so? The poets who are most ardently on the people's side write in such a way that the people cannot see rhyme nor reason to their work.
art passion destruction
More than any other beauty (though it is true of all beauty except in art) passion seems to me to have the seeds of its own destruction in it.
war moving power
The creative person, the person who moves from an irrational source of power, has to face the fact that this power antagonizes. Under all the superficial praise of the creative is the desire to kill. It is the old war between the mystic and the nonmystic, a war to the death.
laughter past doe
Does one come to enjoy even the hardships that help make one the person one is? Or is it that the past becomes a legend to be remembered with laughter?
cat desire legs
He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.
How slowly one comes to understand anything!
humor laughing able
We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.
fighting understanding growth
We cannot afford not to fight for growth and understanding, even when it is painful, as it is bound to be.
doe persons
Death does frame a person and somehow it is the good that stays.