About May Sarton
1912 - 1995/AmericanMay Sarton is the pen name of Eleanore Marie Sarton, an American poet, novelist, and memoirist. Many of her works reflect the lesbian experience. Sarton was born on May 3, 1912, in Wondelgem, Belgium. Her parents were science historian George Sarton and h
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Poetry & Stories
A Glass of Water
Here is a glass of water from my well.It tastes of rock and root and earth and rain;
Death and the Turtle
I watched the turtle dwindle day by day,Get more remote, lie limp upon my hand;
A Parrot
My parrot is emerald green,His tail feathers, marine.
Metamorphosis
Always it happens when we are not there--The tree leaps up alive into the air,
A Light Left On
In the evening we came backInto our yellow room,
About May Sarton
May Sarton: Quick Answers
Who is May Sarton?
1912 - 1995/AmericanMay Sarton is the pen name of Eleanore Marie Sarton, an American poet, novelist, and memoirist. Many of her works reflect the lesbian experience.
Where can I read May Sarton's poetry?
Kavishala has 7 poems and stories by May Sarton, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by May Sarton
A Glass of Water
Here is a glass of water from my well.It tastes of rock and root and earth and rain;
Death and the Turtle
I watched the turtle dwindle day by day,Get more remote, lie limp upon my hand;
A Parrot
My parrot is emerald green,His tail feathers, marine.
Metamorphosis
Always it happens when we are not there--The tree leaps up alive into the air,
A Light Left On
In the evening we came backInto our yellow room,
An Observation
True gardeners cannot bear a gloveBetween the sure touch and the tender root,
December Moon
Before going to bedAfter a fall of snow
Selected Quotes by May Sarton (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
I watched the turtle dwindle day by day,Get more remote, lie limp upon my hand;
Always it happens when we are not there--The tree leaps up alive into the air,
True gardeners cannot bear a gloveBetween the sure touch and the tender root,
In the evening we came backInto our yellow room,
My parrot is emerald green,His tail feathers, marine.
Here is a glass of water from my well.It tastes of rock and root and earth and rain;
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