There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.
For poetry is, I believe, always an act of the spirit. The poem teaches us something while we make it. The poem makes you as you make the poem, and y… - May Sarton
For poetry is, I believe, always an act of the spirit. The poem teaches us something while we make it. The poem makes you as you make the poem, and y…
- May Sarton
I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring and never counts the loss, because it is not… - May Sarton
I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring and never counts the loss, because it is not…
No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable. - May Sarton
No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.
It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can believe it - and I do and always have - then … - May Sarton
It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can believe it - and I do and always have - then …
The poet must be free to love or hate as the spirit moves him, free to change, free to be a chameleon, free to be an enfant terrible. He must above a… - May Sarton
The poet must be free to love or hate as the spirit moves him, free to change, free to be a chameleon, free to be an enfant terrible. He must above a…
Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can. - May Sarton
Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.
One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and even… - May Sarton
One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and even…
There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie. - May Sarton
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers. - May Sarton
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.
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