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May Sarton

But as the dark flows inThe tree frogs beginTheir shrill sweet singing,And we lie on our bedsThrough the ecstatic night,Wide awake, cracked open. There will be no going back. — May Sarton, closing lines to “April in Maine,” Collected Poems (W.W. Norton & Company, 1993)

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May Sarton

I live alone, perhaps for no good reason, for the reason that I am an impossible creature, set apart by a temperament I have never learned to use as it could be used, thrown off by a word, a glance, a rainy day, or one drink too many. My need to be alone is balanced… Continue reading May Sarton

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May Sarton

I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep…. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for… Continue reading May Sarton

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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… Continue reading May Sarton

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