Sounds like you have read Sarton with as much enthusiasm as my Mom. Several of Sarton's volumes were on a bookshelf which contained the books most important to her.
I am now living in Zihuatanejo, Mexico and finishing my memoir: THE ZIHUA DIARIES..."zihua" mans woman in the regional, indeed national Nahuatl indigenous language.
We cannot be silent in the face of injustice, injury, violence against others, or racism.
We cannot abandon hope, education, literacy and voice for working street children, women, men and elders.
We must tell their story, for it is ours.
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Oh I loved this. Never heard of her, but that's not noteworthy. I have now and I've going to read on.... thank you for this, it was so fantastic to read and absorb.
She wrote my glorious unfolding, as many of the poets do. I find this so comforting that others fought so hard in every day and each word. In their shocking unravelling and within the simplicity and intricacy of creation to just Become and Be… the glorious mess of the ‘I am that I am’
I've been a huge May Sarton fan for 40 years. This post prompts me to pull out her books again for the winter. Thank you for posting! _/|\_
Winter is a lovely time to read May Sarton, is it not?
Absolutely. It's been quite a few years since I read her again. I look forward!
Sounds like you have read Sarton with as much enthusiasm as my Mom. Several of Sarton's volumes were on a bookshelf which contained the books most important to her.
What a lovely share. Your Mom and I could have wonderful conversations!
This poem made me want more! I'd love to know which book you recommend I start with.
I would go with The House By The Sea-a journal. I still read it at least once a year. Enjoy!
Increíble.
Timeless.
Hmmm. You sound like you're 45
Shhh
You still don't know
She wrote this in her seventies.
May Sarton
Her portrait poised and poetic
In the camera's adoring gaze
Reminds me of me- how self-absorbed one could be
When life's claws do not prod one
Into self-sufficiency.
That's May Sarton
she of an age
that granted some the luxury of writing a leisurely, reflective work of poetry
while others hurriedly pocketed
the gems found in the dusty fields they labored in every day
only to return home to the clamorous prose
of children, dinner, the man
hanging by a thread to their lives.
And there lived the women
who glimpsed the flight of geese
so high above the tenement wires
they barely had time to notice
until late at night
between the shouts and squealing tires they would dream that a child's cry had taken wing.
Timely, as I claim and reclaim my voice to be
The writer, not the silent.
The voice of others who cannot speak.
The survivor, not the victim.
The lover, not the shunned.
The whole and powerful woman
Who I am.
I am now living in Zihuatanejo, Mexico and finishing my memoir: THE ZIHUA DIARIES..."zihua" mans woman in the regional, indeed national Nahuatl indigenous language.
We cannot be silent in the face of injustice, injury, violence against others, or racism.
We cannot abandon hope, education, literacy and voice for working street children, women, men and elders.
We must tell their story, for it is ours.
Learn about and support my work on my Facebook pages:
lisa.b.martin.writer
Write in Mexico
Instagram @zihuawriter
Oh I loved this. Never heard of her, but that's not noteworthy. I have now and I've going to read on.... thank you for this, it was so fantastic to read and absorb.
thank you! thank u for aiding my soul find some peace
"Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!"
Breathtaking final line!
She wrote my glorious unfolding, as many of the poets do. I find this so comforting that others fought so hard in every day and each word. In their shocking unravelling and within the simplicity and intricacy of creation to just Become and Be… the glorious mess of the ‘I am that I am’
OhNo! I let the APP read to Me and it doesn’t understand poetry.
I’m scarred and will relished when the wound eases.
One-of-a-kind! Gratitude.
Amazing
Love it.
Blessings to the memories and memoirs of Your Creative Genus of the
Specie humane.