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May Sarton Biography

May Sarton is the pen name of Eleanore Marie Sarton (May 3, 1912 – July 16, 1995), an American poet, novelist and memoirist.

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It is always hard to hear the buried truth from another person.

Buried, Hard, Hear, Person, Persons

A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.

Against, Death, Failure, Like, Loss, Series

Do not deprive me of my age. I have earned it.

Age, Aging, Deprive, Earned

Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.

Dark, Let, Light, Mind, Music

Being very rich as far as I am concerned is having a margin. The margin is being able to give.

Able, Concerned, Give, Giving, Margin, Wealth

One of the springs of poetry is joy.

Joy, Poetry, Poetry Is, Spring, Springs

Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard.

Fever, Force, Hard, Like, Pain, Winter

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

Comfy, Doe, Home, House, Soulless

I loved them all the way one loves at any age -- if it's real at all -- obsessively, painfully, with wild exultation, with guilt, with conflict; I wrote poems to and about them, I put them into novels (disguised of course); I brooded upon why they were as they were, so often maddening don't you know? I wrote them ridiculous letters. I lived with their faces. I knew their every gesture by heart. I stalked them like wild animals. I studied them as if they were maps of the world -- and in a way I suppose they were.

Animal, Animals, Heart, Maddening, Real, Way

In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.

Grow, Mistake, Optimistic, Past, Things, Woe

We only keep what we lose.

Keep, Lose, Loses, Loss

The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means. To close the door on pain is to miss the chance for growth.

Chance, Doors, Mean, Pain, Understand, Way

Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember nothing stays the same for long, not even pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

Letting Go, Long, Order, Pain, Sit, Stays

Human relations just are not fixed in their orbits like the planets -- they're more like galaxies, changing all the time, exploding into light for years, then dying away.

Changing, Dying, Human, Light, Orbits, Years

The body is a universe in itself and must be held as sacred as anything in creation. . . . It is dangerous to forget the body as sacramental.

Body, Creation, Forget, Sacred, Universe

The tragic thing about learning from experience is I fear that one can only learn from one's own experience. Other people's - other nations' - experiences simply do not help. They can be imaginatively learned from. But people do not act on other people's experiences.

Experience, Helping, Learn, People

He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.

Boil, Cat, Desire, Fast, Kettle, Legs

When we speak of being vulnerable, it suggests being especially vulnerable to pain. People for whom personal dignity and self-sufficiency are everything, do all they can to shut it out. Noli mi tangere. They are well aware that any intimate relationship has pain in it, forces a special kind of awareness, is costly, and so they try to keep themselves unencumbered by shutting pain out as far as it is possible to do so.

Intimate Relationships, Pain, People, Personal, Self, Suggests

The price of being oneself is so high and involves so much ruthlessness toward others (or what looks like ruthlessness in our duty-bound culture) that very few people can afford it.

Culture, Looks, People, Price, Toward

Poetry finds its perilous equilibrium somewhere between music and speech.

Equilibrium, Finds, Music, Perilous, Speech

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