May Sarton, Selected Poems Quotes

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.

I am not ready to die, But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom

But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings.

What does myself now say to me?"Open the door of Mystery.

A bolt that raised her heart to blazing heightAnd made the vertical the very thrust of hope, And found its path at last(Slow work of Grace).

...when the petals fallSay it is beautiful and good, say it is well

It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name, Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with light.

I can tell you that solitudeIs not all exaltation, inner spaceWhere the soul breaths and work can be done.Solitude exposes the nerve, Raises up ghosts.The past, never at rest, flows through it.