When you change the way you look at a thing, the thing itself changes...By mastering feelings, she had come to understand the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
For me a true poem is on the way when I begin to be haunted, when it seems as if I were… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
It is dangerous it seems to me for a civilization when there is a complete abyss betewen people in general and the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I cannot understand why poetry is not taught at schools as a way of seeing, a quick, untiring path to essentials. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Joy, happiness ... we do not question. They are beyond question, maybe. A matter of being. But pain forces us to think,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
We are all, whether we know it or not, in search of a way to enrich, to drink during the fizz, to… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
A man with a talent does what is expected of him, makes his way, constructs, is an engineer, a composer, a builder… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
over and over again I am struck by the wordiness of modern poetry, as if language had replaced experience and must be… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means. To close the door on… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I see a certain order in the universe and math is one way of making it visible. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I have sometimes wondered also whether in people like me who come to the boil fast (soupe au lait, the French call… — 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
The woman who needs to create works of art is born with a kind of psychic tension in her which drives her… — 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
Whatever peace I know rests in the natural world, in feeling myself a part of it, even in a small way. — 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
“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
