domingo, 26 de julho de 2009

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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Um comentário:

Anselmo disse...

I loved it! I never received a box of darkness, but I use to offer to my beloveds some.