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
children believe long
I believe that children long for form just as grownups do, and that it releases rather than cramps creative energy.
writing thinking long
I am furious at all the letters to answer, when all I want to do is think and write poems. ... I long for open time, with no obligations except toward the inner world and what is going on there.
zero long way
It feels a long way up and down from zero.
long memorial figures
You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love.
long long-time
It takes a long time for words to become thought ...
success running long
in the very long run any success devours - and perhaps also corrupts.
self long machines
For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been the reverberations after even the simplest conversation. But the deep collision is and has been with my unregenerate, tormenting and tormented self...I am unable to become what I see. I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful halt, "won't go"...
autumn long october
I long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs is the work of hope and is always thrilling.
thinking long parent
we are never done with thinking about our parents, I suppose, and come to know them better long after they are dead than we ever did when they were alive.
essential himself love partner scholars-and-scholarship
No partner in a love relationship...should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.
hour madly single stand stop time
Now there is time and time is young.O, in this single hour I liveAll of myself and do not move.I, the pursued, who madly ran,Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
depression illumination demand
Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through it, attentive to what it exposes or demands.
beauty order meditation
The ambience here is order and beauty. That is what frightens me when I am first alone again. I feel inadequate. I have made an open place, a place for meditation. What if I cannot find myself inside it?
american-poet conscious creation order pure relieved
Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some play and pure foolishness.