Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Mary Oliver, Round II

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.

1 comment:

  1. This is really beautiful to me. I think we all receive metaphoric boxes of inherited "gifts" with which we must make choices. Thank you for this gift of poetry today.