Light is snow sifted / To an abstraction. May Sarton More Quotes by May Sarton More Quotes From May Sarton I know you have much to bear with in me, and I really do sometimes in you, but I have never looked at friendship in a deep sense as easy or entirely comfortable. May Sarton bears sometimes friendship I believe that children long for form just as grownups do, and that it releases rather than cramps creative energy. May Sarton long believe children 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 all never worry about this effect on other people. May Sarton hate people moving I write poems, have always written them, to transcend the painfully personal and reach the universal. May Sarton universal written writing Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be. May Sarton women wife memorable The hardest thing we are asked to do in this world is to remain aware of suffering, suffering about which we can do nothing. May Sarton compassion suffering world People are always talking about the joys of youth-but, oh, how youth can suffer! May Sarton joy talking people In the garden the door is always open into the "holy" - growth, birth, death. Every flower holds the whole mystery in its short cycle, and in the garden we are never far away from death, the fertilizing, good, creative death. May Sarton creativity flower death How unnatural the imposed view, imposed by a puritanical ethos, that passionate love belongs only to the young, that people are dead from the neck down by the time they are forty, and that any deep feeling, any passion after that age, is either ludicrous or revolting! May Sarton passion views love-is Gardening is the instrument of grace. May Sarton gardening instruments grace For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been the reverberations after even the simplest conversation. But the deep collision is and has been with my unregenerate, tormenting and tormented self...I am unable to become what I see. I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful halt, "won't go". May Sarton machines self long I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person's face. May Sarton innocent-person machines faces The beginner hugs his infant poem to him and does not want it to grow up. But you may have to break your poem to remake it. May Sarton hug growing-up doe The trouble is, old age is not interesting until one gets there. It's a foreign country with an unknown language to the young and even to the middle-aged. May Sarton age country interesting May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best - out of it we try to fashion the crystal clear, the singular, the absolute, and that is what is relevant; that is what matters. May Sarton what-matters fashion trying [In old age] there is a childlike innocence, often, that has nothing to do with the childishness of senility. The moments become precious . . . May Sarton innocence moments age What can I have that I still want? May Sarton stills want Time spent with poets is never wasted. May Sarton time-spent poet I tell the gods are still alive / And they are not consoling. May Sarton consoling alive god Do not deprive me of my age. I have earned it. May Sarton aging age
