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May Sarton
Tuesday, March 4th
Rosalind Greene is dead. …There have been too many deaths lately and I feel the wind at my back as, one after another, my parents’ generation leaves the earth…the basic pattern of life changes radically when there is no one left, for instance, who remembers one as a child. Each such death is an earthquake that buries a little more of the past forever.
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All through her life Rosalind wrote poems. She might have been a good poet had she taken herself seriously enough, been willing to take the risk of criticism. But I observed that for her children, also, too high a standard of taste ate away a stirring ambition like acid on an etching plate. One was not permitted to be clumsy or to fail … and an artist has to face awkwardness and failure in the very process of making his talent grow.
— May Sarton, The House by the Sea: A Journal (1977)
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