April, 2020 - I think I'm going to shut From My Bookshelf down for a while; maybe for good. I've been putting this together for quite a few years now and it's starting to feel a bit more of a chore. I'll keep my Goodreads connected, but with the state of the world right now, I just want to read without worrying about making sure I post something about it. Who knows - when the world starts to make some semblance of sense again, I may start actively posting here again. Until then, as always, happy reading!

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Inner Landscape by May Sarton



Title: Inner Landscape
Author: May Sarton
Copyright: 1939
Pages: 94
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston
Format: Hardcover
Rating: 5/5 stars


You cannot go back now to that innocence—
the pure pain that enters like a sword
making the bright blood flow
and the slow perfect healing, leaving you whole.
This is a deeper illness,
a poison that has entered every tissue:
Cut off your hand, you will not find it there.
This must be met and conquered in each separate atom,
must be lived out like a slow fever.
No part is mortally afflicted.
Each part will have its convalescence surely,
and yet you will arise from this infection
as one returns from death.

Sarton's second book of poetry seems to suggest her later need of solitude and the sanctuary that that can entail for some people. The poems are still strong, though, but they speak to me of a need to center in on ones self and find the peace you are seeking in life there.


Jennifer said...

thank you so much for sharing

natalie said...

i love the quote and it was very touchy.
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