
(Le Pont Neuf, Paris by Brassaï, 1899-1984, one
of the many Hungarian photographers who moved
to Paris after World War I)
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, born 1935, American poet
2 comments:
Love this poem!
As short as this poem is, it truly moved me. Reading this made me visualize pain from a previous relationship and it made me see that the pain was indeed a gift.
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