The fact is that I have lived with the belief that power, any kind of power, was the one thing forbidden to… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I write poems about relationships, love relationships, and I'm not able to do that all the time. I could go two years… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Try making a poem as if it were a table, clear and solid, standing there outside you. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The poet must be free to love or hate as the spirit moves him, free to change, free to be a chameleon,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
For poetry is, I believe, always an act of the spirit. The poem teaches us something while we make it. The poem… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“It is time I came back to my real life After this voyage to an island with no name, Where I lay… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“When I was young and knew Virginia Woolf slightly, I learned something that startled me—that a person may be ultrasensitive and not… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Poetry is a dangerous profession between conflict and resolution, between feeling and thought, between becoming and being, between the ultra-personal and the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“And now we who are writing women and strange monsters Still search our hearts to find the difficult answers, Still hope that… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“Now I become myself. It's taken Time, may years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people's faces, Run… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
In the novel or the journal you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I loved them all the way one loves at any age -- if it's real at all -- obsessively, painfully, with wild… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
One could go on revising a prose page forever whereas there is a point in a poem when one knows it is… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
poetry is first of all a way of life and only secondarily a way of writing. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
each new poem is partly propelled by the formal energies of all the poems that have preceded it in the history of… — 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
