Book Moments Three, May Sarton, April 19
My morning tea with May Sarton
The topic today is silence. On page 75 of At Seventy, May says that she is …
“beginning to feel like a camel in sore need of an oasis. The oasis is silence. I woke up in the night starving for silence, for time alone here.”
May often addresses the inner chaos vs. the inner order and the struggle it presents from day to day. She is well known by her readers to work in her garden of flowers with plants to clear the senses and compose the mind.
“There is a special August silence in the heavy air. The birds do not sing. The ocean sighs in the distance. The whole tempo slows down.”
The kind of silence she seeks requires solitude. A good deal of May’s poems are about variations of silence that she treats as sacred to her well being and to her creative work. If you know some of her poems, you might be familiar with After Silence, The Silence Now, After a Winter’s Silence, The Land of Silence, and her most popular …
Halfway to Silence
I was halfway to Silence
Halfway to land’s end
When I heard your voice.
Shall I take you with me?
Shall we go together
All the way to silence,
All the way to land’s end?
Is there a choice?
May Sarton’s house by the sea in Maine.
Flowers are “silent presences” in her house in every room—as she writes in so many of her journals.
Visit May’s Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/May-Sarton/e/B000AQ48TS
What thoughts do you have about the sound of silence? If you found a portal to a deep silence, would you enter or shy away?
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