In 1991, a Sun reader wrote a fan letter to May Sarton,
thanking her for writing Plant Dreaming Deep, asking
that she "help me figure out who I was,"
and including a book mark for her to sign.
He sent it with a stamped, self-addressed envelope.
Weeks later, he reports, "My envelope came back.
Inside was a copy of Sarton's poem, 'Salt Lick,'
typed out on a manual typewriter.
On the back of the envelope she had scrawled,
You should not ask an eighty-year-old sick woman for anything but her work!
No fair. Multiply this request . . . I have no time for myself."
She autographed and returned his bookmark.
- - - From The Sun Magazine
November 2016