A Light Left On

May SartonMay Sarton

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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.When we came home together
We found the inside weather.
All of our love unended
The quiet light demanded,
And we gave, in a look
At yellow walls and open book.
The deepest world we share
And do not talk about
But have to have, was there,
And by that light found out.
May Sarton
About the poet

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 Geo…

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