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Sunday, November 14, 2010

The Uses of Sorrow

(Le Pont Neuf, Paris by Brassaï, 1899-1984, one
of the many Hungarian photographers who moved
to Paris after World War I)


(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


Diane Mayr said...

Love this poem!

Yanouchka said...

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.