Quotes from May Sarton, Selected Poems

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

A bolt that raised her heart to blazing heightAnd made the vertical the very thrust of hope, And found its path at last(Slow work of Grace).

It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name, Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with light.

I am not ready to die, But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom