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May Sarton

Spring 1961

A Village Tale

By May Sarton

Why did the woman want to kill one dog? Perhaps he was too lively, made her nervous, A vivid terrier, restless, always barking, And so unlike the gentle German shepherd— […]

Spring 1961

Der Abschied

By May Sarton

Now frost has broken summer like a glass, This house and I resume our conversations; The floors whisper a message as I pass, I wander up and down these empty […]

Spring 1946

My Sisters, O My Sisters

By May Sarton

I      ”Nous qui voulions poser, image ineffaceable      Comme un delta divin notre main sur le sable”                —Anna de Noailles Dorothy Wordsworth, dying, did not want to read, “I am too busy […]