each new poem is partly propelled by the formal energies of all the poems that have preceded it in the history of literature.
May Sarton[In old age] there is a childlike innocence, often, that has nothing to do with the childishness of senility. The moments become precious . . .
May SartonDeep down there was understanding, not of the facts of our lives so much as of our essential natures.
May Sarton