GLEANINGS
May Sarton – Journal
of a Solitude
Loss made everything sharp.
…the tearing up of the roots
of love.
I shiver in my isolation…
…my life waiting for me
somewhere, asking to be created again.
It has been stupidly
difficult to let go…
…clutching is the surest way
to murder love,…
…the more one realizes how
very few people could be called happy, how complex and demanding every deep
human relationship is, how much real pain, anger, and despair are concealed.
The only thing that is not
chance is what one asks of oneself and how well or how badly one meets one’s
own standard.
About love I have little to
learn from the young.
For of course one is never
safe when in love.
When it comes to the
important things one is always alone.
