Wednesday, May 25, 2016

May Sarton

It is true for me that the writing of a novel is that sort of tussle, and that it gives me very little pleasure while I am doing it because the effort is so great. Not so with poems that pounce out of nowhere. The writing of a poem even when it goes through many drafts and even revising a poem cold as I am doing now with the new book, is a kind of intense trance of joy. There is no comparison.
- May Sarton, A Journal

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