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)

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:

  1. 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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