May Sarton


Prayer before Work by May Sarton

Great one, austere,
By whose intent the distant star
Holds its course clear,
Now make this spirit soaró
Give it that ease.

Out of the absolute
Abstracted grief, comfortless, mute,
Sound the clear note,
Pure, piercing as the flute:
Give it precision.

Austere, great one,
By whose grace the inalterable song
May still be wrested from
The corrupt lung:
Give it strict form.