The mythological phoenix lived to be ancient, then it would build a nest of twigs, sit in it and set it on fire. It would then arise from its own ashes and begin a new life cycle. May wrote at least two poems about the phoenix and commissioned a sculpture of the bird that now marks her grave in Nelson, New Hampshire. I include “The Phoenix Again” in From May Sarton’s Well in the chapter on Light. It could also have been in the chapter on Love, or Creation Itself. It refers to all of those.

I see May’s work as a phoenix. It has immortality that lives on beyond May’s physical life.

This photograph appears after the poem, on page 17, to celebrate the phoenix.