There is violence there and anger never resolved. In this journal, she says, I hope to break through into the rough, rocky depths, to the matrix itself. That is what is strange-that friends, even passionate love, are not my real life, unless there is time alone in which to explore what is happening or what has happened. I am here alone for the first time in weeks, May Sarton begins this book, to take up my 'real' life again at last. Biography & Autobiography | Literary Figures "An honorable confession of the writer's faults, fears, sadnesses, and disappointments. WE WILL NOT BE UNDERSOLD! Click here for our low price guaranteeīinding Type: Paperback - See All Available Formats & EditionsĪnnotation: May Sarton writes with keen observation of both inner and outer worlds-a garden, the seasons, daily life in New Hampshire, books, people, ideas-and throughout everything, her spiritual and artistic journey.
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