May Sarton

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Laura Sorrells posted a photo:


Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help.
----May Sarton

Laura Sorrells posted a photo:


Silence is the richness of the soul.
--May Sarton

Louise Lindsay posted a photo:

"Stop The Sun"  (6/12/Lisette: Standard Poodle)

Candidate for 12 months for dogs.

My Lisette after after her morning walk, in the natural rhododendron woods of Western N. Carolina. She loves hiking free in the woods. She is almost 12, a senior in standard poodle years. I treasure each moment. This is from earlier in June. Back in FL now.

by May Sarton (Collected Poems 1930-1993)

"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!.....
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the Sun!"

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All critiques welcome. I'm not thin-skinned and love to learn what others notice- especially things which I can improve upon I might not have noticed. I like that she's looking straight into the camera here (for a dog who cringed and ran away everytime she saw my camera over a year ago). I like the flowers all on the left and top -and with her straight on stare her scarf, slightly off to the left also- please share your impressions. Lisette used to hate the camera and the camera noise. Now, she finds the light- and poses- like "here"- and says-- "this is the best shot. "get me in this light." I'm amazed.

I'm looking at the Nikon D5100 (because it has a swivel screen) and the Sony Nex 5 (because it's so lightweight-- this may clench the deal for me) and has a CMOS sensor, and a movable screen. I welcome all camera advice also. Heavy just won't work for me, as I like to hike and walk my dogs and take my camera with me. But I want the best sensor I can get, and a camera that does better in low light and in-doors and takes clearer photos.

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mobtownblues posted a photo:

Now the dead move through all of us still glowing

Did someone say that there would be an end,
an end, Oh, an end to love and mourning?
What has been once so interwoven cannot be raveled,
not the gift ungiven.
Now the dead move through all of us still glowing.
Mother and child, lover and lover mated,
are wound and bound together and enflowing.
What has been plaited cannot be unplaited -
only the strands grow richer with each loss
and memory makes kings and queens of us.
Dark into light, light into darkness, spin.
When all the birds have flown to some real haven,
we who find shelter in the warmth within,
listen and feel new-cherished, new-forgiven,
as the lost human voices speak through us and blend our complex love,
our mourning without end.

- May Sarton

julie gibbons posted a photo:

Wild Dreams Quote

from May Sarton's Journal of a Solitude

Tree Family posted a photo:


“Love opens the doors into everything, as far as I can see, including and perhaps most of all, the door into one's own secret, and often terrible and frightening, real self.”
― May Sarton, Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing

GXM. posted a photo:

'The Fur Person' by May Sarton

cover of a paperback novel found in the vacant Illinois Medical District

juliejordanscott posted a photo:

All these books cost me a total of four quarters.......


@DrGarcia posted a photo:

"As We Are Now," (Sarton, 1973) #quote about writing it all down to exist

kristaschnee posted a photo:

Mountain Scene with Tree

Mountain scene with tree and quotation from May Sarton regarding loneliness.

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May Sarton

stargardener posted a photo:

#morningview {closed in//a still-work//survival-to-recover}

“Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It is too busy trying to survive. It is all closed in, to a kind of still, intense waiting. Is this a key? Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go. ~May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

stargardener posted a photo:

#morningview {In a way stranded, in a way home at last?} #maysarton #filteredsky

Where we were lifted beyond age,
Outside responsibilities, newfound,
In a way stranded, in a way home at last?
Of all that is to be or not ever to be
As it goes on and as we are lost
Or found in it over and over again.
~May Sarton

stargardener posted a photo:

#morninview {breaking through} #maysarton #quote

Has it really happened at last? I feel released from the rack, set free, in touch with the deep source that is only good, where poetry lives. ~May Sarton // reality: still emerging from concrete

stargardener posted a photo:

#morningview {layers of clarity//dawn of a deeper level of acceptance}  "a receptacle of human destinies" ~May Sarton

… I believe we learn through the experiences of others as well as through our, constantly meditating upon them, drawing the sustenance of human truth from them … because the more one is a receptacle of human destinies … ~May Sarton

stargardener posted a photo:

#morningview Now I become myself. It’s taken time, many years and places. ~May Sarton

stargardener posted a photo:

#morningview #bloom It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard. ~May Sarton

tammy_grooms posted a photo:

Help us be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
~May Sarton~

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mobtownblues posted a photo:

The deepest world we share / And do not talk about

In the evening we came back
Into our yellow room,
For a moment taken aback
To find the light left on,
Falling on silent flowers,
Table, book, empty chair
While we had gone elsewhere,
Had been away for hours.

- May Sarton

Acacia Merlin posted a photo:

Snow Light

"I met myself alone
In a windless calm,
Silenced at the bone
After the white storm."

From "Snow Light" by May Sarton

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