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May Sarton was the pen name of Eleanore Marie Sarton (May 3, - J), a Belgian-American poet, novelist and memoirist. Although her best work is strongly personalised with erotic female imagery, she resisted the label of 'lesbian writer'. May Sarton () was born on May 3 in Wondelgem, Belgium, and grew up in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Her first volume of poetry, Encounters in Sarton spent her later years in York, Maine, living and writing by the sea. In her memoir Endgame: A Journal of the Seventy-Ninth Year (). At Seventy: A Journal. by May Sarton. ·. May Sarton—poet, novelist, and chronicler—occupies a special place in American letters. This new journal chronicles the year that began on May 3, , her seventieth birthday.
In her latest journal, poet/novelist/essayist Sarton chronicles the year from her seventieth birthday on May 3, —now conscious of her age, and open about her homosexuality. Having fought through depression (Recovering, ), she lives ""more completely in the moment."". May Sarton―poet, novelist, and chronicler―occupies a special place in American letters. This new journal chronicles the year that began on May 3, , her seventieth birthday. At her home in Maine, she savors “the experience of being alive in this beautiful place,” reflecting on nature, friends, and work. At Seventy: A Journal by May Sarton ratings, average rating, 69 reviews At Seventy Quotes Showing of 9 “In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe.
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