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)
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Not that it was beautiful but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there, something worth learning. (Anne Sexton)
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