No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.
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…
- 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
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…
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
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.
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers. - May Sarton
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.
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
There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.
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