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
sweet new-york paris
If I were to choose one single thing that that would restore Paris to the senses, it would be that strangely sweet, unhealthy smell of the Métro, so very unlike the dank cold or the stuffy heat of subways in New York.
passion thinking two
I think that passion if really intense is always destructive if not to the two involved, always to other people ...
forever done goes-on
One could go on revising a prose page forever whereas there is a point in a poem when one knows it is done forever.
lying writing heart
I feel often very close to the ecstasy and anguish which lie at the very heart of poetry - I am writing a lot.
writing firsts way
poetry is first of all a way of life and only secondarily a way of writing.
way needs language
over and over again I am struck by the wordiness of modern poetry, as if language had replaced experience and must be more and more extreme, intricate and in a way divorced from life itself. It seems as if what we all need is a great purification - but how will that come about?
poet feels
a poet never feels useful.
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.