The Lion and the Rose (8 page)

The pain will make me wild.”

And Wisdom answered, “Your brother-man

Is suffering, my child.”

Screamed Innocence, “Mother, my eyes, my eyes!

Someone is blinding me.”

And Wisdom answered, “Those are your brother’s eyes,

The blinded one is he.”

Cried Innocence, “Mother, my heart, my heart!

It bursts with agony.”

And Wisdom answered, “That is your brother’s heart

Breaking upon a tree.”

Screamed Innocence, “Mother, I want to die.

I cannot bear the pain.”

And Wisdom answered, “They will not let him die.

They bring him back again.”

Cried Innocence, “Mother, I cannot bear

It now. My flesh is wild!”

And Wisdom answered, “His agony is endless

For your sake, my child.”

Then whispered Innocence, “Mother, forgive,

Forgive my sin, forgive—”

And Wisdom wept. “Now do you understand, Love,

How you must live?”

THE BIRTHDAY

What shall we give The Child this day,

On this shining day

In a starving world,

What gifts, what toys, for this, Love’s dearest birthday?

For gold, give the heart’s hunger,

The heart’s want give for myrrh,

For hunger and want are stronger

And purer and deeper than anything

We have, than any joy we sing.

These and one more, the third,

These and one saving grace,

The balsam-scented word,

Green in the desolate place;

Give to His Innocence

Our hope for frankincense.

Now lay down thirst and hunger

There in the lonely manger,

And in the desolate place

Lay the green saving grace,

The bough without a thorn,

For God in man is born;

Out of all grief and pain,

Love, be renewed again!

CELEBRATIONS

From all creators everywhere in this time,

Now raised to the great burning, the great loneliness, the great communion,

Where the dead greet the living, the living salute the unborn,

May relationship and communication rise.

For all creators everywhere in this time,

For what can be built from dislocation,

(The deep shelters where people meet under the ruined city),

For insight wrenched from complexity like the gasp of pain,

For all intensities that burn through walls,

For cross-fertilizations, meetings under stress,

When the moment holds all, in and out of time,

And hearts explode and break paths across foreign skies,

For all creators everywhere in this time,

Building out of bomb-craters, reservoirs,

Many kinds of life out of many kinds of death,

May this year celebrate,

May the people alive in this year know—

And that further limitations release deeper powers.

For all creators everywhere in this time—

Specifically, friends, who out of darkness and in the cold, write letters carrying hope across the world,

Who recognize the building of relationship, and that now

The most intimate and private must not be lost

As the horizons widen, but only borne out toward the places

Where heart meets the whole sky and includes the earth.

Specifically, the teachers, cut off on isolated hills,

The hungers disciplined, the love translated and fused into the future,

The love given over and over, uncounted like a blessing.

Specifically, the scientist, whose fires are banked to patience,

Who holds his hope back for testing and re-testing,

Seeing the whole in fragments, making connections.

Specifically, the women, not shelters now but spires,

Keeping the relation clear between earth and sky.

Specifically, the lovers, whose love is raised to a white meridian

Where passion and compassion fuse, fire and tears are one,

And the most lucid blaze, the blazing crystallize

Their peace from fragments.

For all creators everywhere in this time,

For all those who design the forms of freedom in many ways,

The statesman, teacher, poet, soldier, architect, mother—

These are professions. The people involved in these professions

Profess belief, move from faith, act to plan, set chaos in a fiery glass

Where the future can be seen, organic, healthy as a plant,

Where further limitations release deeper powers,

Where relationship and communication rise—

These celebrations.

A Biography of May Sarton

May Sarton (1912–1995) was born Eleanore Marie Sarton on May 3 in Wondelgem, Belgium, the only child of the science historian George Sarton and the English artist Mabel Eleanor Elwes. Barely two years later, Sarton’s European childhood was interrupted by the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand and the onset of the First World War.

Fleeing the advancing Germans, the family moved briefly to Ipswich, England, and then in 1915 to Boston, Massachusetts, where her father had accepted a position at Harvard University. Sarton’s love for poetry was first kindled at the progressive Shady Hill School, a period she wrote about extensively in
I Knew a Phoenix
, published in 1959.

At the age of twelve, Sarton traveled to Belgium for a year to live with friends of the family and study at the Institut Belge de Culture Française. There, she met the school’s founder, Marie Closset, who grew to be Sarton’s close friend and mentor, and who was the inspiration for her first novel,
The Single Hound
(1938).

On returning to the States, Sarton graduated from Cambridge High and Latin School in 1929. Although she was awarded a scholarship to Vassar College, Sarton joined actress Eva Le Gallienne’s Civic Repertory Theatre in New York instead, much to the dismay of her father. However, while learning the basics of theater, Sarton continued to develop her poems, and in 1930, when she was just eighteen, a series of her sonnets was published in
Poetry
magazine.

In 1931, Sarton returned to Europe and lived in Paris for a year while her parents were in Lebanon. In large part, Europe provided the backdrop for her encounters with the great thinkers of the age, including the novelist Elizabeth Bowen, the famed biologist Julian Huxley, and of course, Virginia Woolf. After Sarton’s own theater company failed during the Great Depression, she turned her full attention to writing and published her first poetry collection, entitled
Encounter in April
, in 1937.

For the next decade, Sarton continued to write and publish novels and poetry. In 1945, she met Judy Matlack in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and the two became partners for the next thirteen years, during which she would suffer the deaths of several loved ones: her mother in 1950, Marie Closset in 1952, and her father in 1956. Following this last loss, Sarton’s relationship fell apart, and she moved to New Hampshire to start over. She was, however, to remain attached to Matlack for the rest of her life, and Matlack’s death in 1983 affected her keenly.
Honey in the Hive
, published in 1988, is about their relationship.

While the 1950s were a time of great personal upheaval for Sarton, they were a time of success in equal measure. In 1956, her novel
Faithful Are the Wounds
was nominated for a National Book Award, followed by nominations in 1958 for
The Birth of a Grandfather
and a volume of poetry,
In Time Like Air
; some consider the latter to be one of Sarton’s best books of poetry. In 1965, she published
Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing
, which is frequently referred to as her coming-out novel. From then on, her work became a key point of reference in the fields of feminist and LGBT literature. Strongly opposed to being categorized as a lesbian writer, Sarton constantly strove to ensure that her portraits of humanity were relatable to a universal audience, regardless of readers’ sexual identities.

In 1974, Sarton published her first children’s book,
Punch’s Secret
, followed by
A Walk Through the Woods
in 1976. During the seventies, Sarton was diagnosed with breast cancer—the beginning of a long and arduous illness. However, she continued to work during this difficult period and received a spate of critical acclaim for her literary contributions.

In 1990, she suffered a severe stroke that reduced her concentration span and her ability to write, although she did continue to dictate her journals when she could. Sarton died of breast cancer on July 16, 1995. She is buried in Nelson, New Hampshire.

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Copyright © 1948 by May Sarton

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