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“I can tell you that solitude Is not all exaltation, inner space Where the soul breathes and work can be done. Solitude exposes the nerve, Raises up ghosts. The past, never at rest, flows through it.”

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May Sarton: A Self-Portrait

This book provides a candid look into the life and thoughts of the renowned author May Sarton, exploring her experiences, inspirations, and the development of her literary career. It includes her musings on writing, nature, and personal relationships, offering readers a glimpse into the mind of a celebrated literary figure. more

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May Sarton
May Sarton

American poet, born on May 3, 1912, and died on July 16, 1995. Known for her profound psychological insights and delicate portrayals of natural landscapes, May Sarton's poetry has had a significant impact on contemporary poetry, earning her numerous literary awards. more

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