The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
(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
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
—Mary Oliver
With gratitude to Beth.
