O cruel cloudless space, And pale bare ground where the poor infant lies! Why do we feel restored As in a sacramental… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I find that when I have any appointment, even an afternoon one, it changes the whole quality of time. I feel overcharged.… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
A great silence has descended on me for the last six months. I am as silent as an Arab in the desert,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I can tell you that solitude Is not all exaltation, inner space Where the soul breathes and work can be done. Solitude… — 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
“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
