(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too was a gift. – Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press, 2006)
The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too was a gift. – Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press, 2006)
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