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
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!
poet time-spent
Time spent with poets is never wasted.
long long-time
It takes a long time for words to become thought ...
prayer real hard-times
Real joy is becoming exceedingly rare among artists of any kind. And I have an idea that those who can and do communicate it are always people who have had a hard time. Then the joy has no smugness or self-righteousness in it, is inclusive not exclusive, and comes close to prayer.
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.
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.
american-poet birth darkness faithful gardeners help
Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
light snow abstraction
Light is snow sifted / To an abstraction.
murder
They are commiting murder who merely live.
want recognition terror
I asked myself the question, 'What do you want of your life?' and I realized with a start of recognition and terror, 'Exactly what I have - but to be commensurate, to handle it all better.
life-and-death learning-to-trust ready
I am not ready to die, / But I am learning to trust death / As I have trusted life.
comfort conflict desperate
For to be desperate is to discover strength. / We die of comfort and by conflict live ...