In poems gathered into three sections under the titles "Letters from Maine," "A Winter Garland," and "Letters to Myself," Sarton's inspiration was a new, brief, and passionate love affair. The book celebrates that time, marks its passing, and opens up the poetic vision it left behind. The poems speak of the permanence of the memory of love and of the flowering it brings. They also draw on the rich, sometimes harsh, beauty of nature and its solace.
May Sarton was born on May 3, 1912, in Wondelgem, Belgium, and grew up in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Her first volume of poetry, Encounters in April, was published in 1937 and her first novel, The Single Hound, in 1938. An accomplished memoirist, Sarton boldly came out as a lesbian in her 1965 book Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing. Her later memoir, Journal of a Solitude, was an account of her experiences as a female artist. Sarton died in York, Maine, on July 16, 1995.
I always have a hard time rating poetry. Some is easy, when it speaks to me. This volume was nice. But very few resonated with me in any deep way. That being said, I know they do with others. Because that is the nature of poetry. I did particularly enjoy "After a Winter's Silence" (perhaps because I am on the eve of spring here in Maine) and "The Image is a Garden" (likely because while the poem is set in autumn, I am anxious to get my hands into the dirt of my own garden).
Moose in the Morning. May Sarton always comes across as a depressed soul. Except in her poem “Moose in the Morning “. The delight and excitement of seeing a moose upon waking can certainly cure one of any ill feelings.
Nice selection of poems. Perhaps winter in Maine brings one to feel rather sodden. And so her poems can be as bleak as a gray day shrouded in fog. Or equally enticing to share in the mystery of nature and it’s ability to cure.
May Sarton is a favorite author and prolific writer of novels, poetry, short stories and memoir. I'm working my way through her writing. I want to include more poetry in my reading. This is a short, solid collection that provides a glimpse into Sarton's appreciation for nature, solitude and friendships.
This little book of poetry is one I was gifted by very close family members who share a love of everything Maine and literature with me. It’s such a beautiful collection, and I found myself re-reading certain poems that really spoke to me. The themes of loss, aging, and healing by the ocean waves all resonated with me on different levels. This is a collection I plan to revisit often.
I'm committed to reading at least one book of poetry each week in April, since it's National Poetry Month. I'd not read May Sarton's poetry before, though I've read some of her books. This was lovely.
I have a particular interest in regionally inspired poetry, and this collection did not disappoint. The beautiful winter landscape of the Northeast shines through beautifully in this collection, and I hope to find more like it.
A nice collection of May Sarton’s poems. I personally really enjoyed her poems surrounding her life in Maine, describing the calmness she felt and the changing of seasons. Overall a great collection of works- I’m happy to have stumbled upon it at work!
I'm not sure why I never read any of May Sarton's work. Sometimes I think because I'm from Maine, I disregard those poets also from Maine, thinking they're no good because how could they be? They're like me. (Ridiculous thinking, I know.) But when a library patron returned this book and highly recommended it, I figured I'd give it a shot.
I had no idea how much passion May Sarton had. I think of her as an old woman, but old women are just like all of us---full of ideas and memories and in Sarton's case, passion. The poems, The Seed and A Farewell, were my favorites. Both a bit about mourning a love that was lost.
I would have given this 3.5 stars, but not quite four. There were a bunch of poems about winter that I didn't care for and one about dolphins dying that could have been quite poignant, but just made me roll my eyes. Yet nearly every poem Sarton wrote in this book about someone she loved, was beautiful or heartbreaking or breath-taking. Now I know why she is so well known.
What better inspiration for a poet than the demise of a brief love affair and Maine, especially Maine in winter? Some of the poems eluded me, but the ones that didn't were stunning. Some of my favorites were "Snowfall," (does one get a better description of a gentle winter snowfall than this: "A cool white down, a tenderness of snowing?") "For Monet," (truly as awe-inspiring as the best Monet painting), and "Moose in the Morning" (oh,to see a moose in the morning!). So, must read more Sarton.
I’m glad I read this. These poems spoke of both the pain and the recovery from a broken love affair. But as in all good poetry they did go deeper than that as well. A collection like this could be maudlin or way too revealing - but she, for the most part, keeps a nice balance. She is learning and teaching at the same time. She helped me see some things I might otherwise miss in my own life and in the lives of others.
In any May Sarton book, you can expect an exactness and precision of language, a taut prosody, and a clear vision. This book has that, and it has integrity in spades.
Was expecting some nature connections from this title by favorite author. Was about a recently ended love affair so put it aside. May go back to it later. Moved on to Wendell Berry.