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May Sarton

I can tell you that solitude
Is not all exaltation, inner space
Where the soul breathes and work can be done.
Solitude exposes the nerve,
Raises up ghosts.
The past, never at rest, flows through it.

—May Sarton, “Gestalt at Sixty: Part 1,″ A Durable Fire: Poems (Open Road Media, 2014) Originally published January 1st 1972.

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