When the muse appears after long absence
Everything stops except the poem. It rises
In an unbroken wave and topples to silence.
There is no way to make it happen by will.
No muse appears when invoked, dire need
Will not rouse her pity.
(from "Letters from Maine," #9)
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It is harder to see what one sees
Than anyone knows.
(from "For Monet")
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May Sarton, Letters from Maine : Poems (Norton, 1984), p. 26, p. 37
Friday, September 18, 2009
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