May Sarton Poems
- Now I Become Myself Now I become myself. It's taken Time, ...
- Leaves Before The Wind We have walked, looked at the actual ...
- When A Woman Feels Alone ‘When a woman feels alone, when the ...
- First Snow This is the first soft snow That tiptoes up to ...
- The Phoenix Again On the ashes of this nest Love wove with ...
- Who Wakes? Who wakes now who lay blind with sleep? Who ...
- A Country Incident Absorbed in planting bulbs, that work of ...
May Sarton is the pen name of Eleanore Marie Sarton (May 3, 1912 – July 16, 1995), an American poet, novelist, and memoirist.
Sarton was born in Wondelgem, Belgium (today a part of the city of Ghent). Her parents were science historian George Sarton and his wife, the English artist Mabel Eleanor Elwes. When German troops invaded Belgium after the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand in 1914, her family fled to Ipswich, England where Sarton's maternal grandmother lived. One year later, they moved to Boston, Massachusetts. She went to school in Cambridge, Massachusetts, graduating from Cambridge High and Latin School in 1929. She started theatre lessons in her late teens, but ... more »
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May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at bestout of it we try to fashion the crystal clear, the singular, the absolute, and that is what is relevant; that is w...May Sarton (b. 1912), U.S. poet, novelist. Hilary Stevens, in Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing, pt. 2 (1965).
''It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!''May Sarton (b. 1912), U.S. poet, novelist. Hilary Stevens, in Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing, pt. 2 (1965).
The creative person, the person who moves from an irrational source of power, has to face the fact that this power antagonizes. Under all the superficial praise of the "creative" is the desire to kill...May Sarton (b. 1912), U.S. poet, novelist. Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing, pt. 2 (1965).
''When one's not writing poemsand I'm not at the momentyou wonder how you ever did it. It's like another country you can't reach.''May Sarton (1912-1995), U.S. author. As quoted in Women Writers Talking, ch. 1, by Janet Todd (1983).
...I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other timeexcept when I'm making love. Two things when you forget time, when nothing exists except the momentthe moment of writing, t...May Sarton (1912-1995), U.S. author. As quoted in Women Writers Talking, ch. 1, by Janet Todd (1983).
Now I Become Myself
Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
'Hurry, you will be dead before-'
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into ...