Solitude swells the inner space
Like a balloon.
We are wafted hither and thither
On the air currents.
How to land it?
Selected Poems of May Sarton (1978)
Solitude swells the inner space
Like a balloon.
We are wafted hither and thither
On the air currents.
How to land it?
Selected Poems of May Sarton (1978)