I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best - out of it we try to fashion the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The beginner hugs his infant poem to him and does not want it to grow up. But you may have to break… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
For poetry exists to break through to below the level of reason where the angels and monsters that the amenities keep in… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It is harder for women, perhaps to be 'one-pointed,' much harder for them to clear space around whatever it is they want… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
For of course one is never safe when in love. Growth is demanding and may seem dangerous, for there is loss as… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The more our bodies fail us, the more naked and more demanding is the spirit, the more open and loving we can… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“I felt pain like an assault, The old pain again When the world thrusts itself inside, When we have to take in the outside,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
This suspension of one's own reality, this being entirely alone in a strange city (at times I wondered if I had lost the power… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Real joy is becoming exceedingly rare among artists of any kind. And I have an idea that those who can and do communicate it… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
For to be desperate is to discover strength. / We die of comfort and by conflict live. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“I see you with that shell Held to your sensitive abstracted ear, Hunting the ocean’s rumor till you hear it well, Until you can… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs is the work of hope… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Why is it that people who cannot show feeling presume that that is a strength and not a weakness? — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed — May Sarton Copy Share Image
