(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me It took me years to understand
a box full of darkness.
that this, too, was a gift.
— “The Uses of Sorrow,” Mary Oliver (via clavicola)
(via hateshiploveship)
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me It took me years to understand
a box full of darkness.
that this, too, was a gift.
— “The Uses of Sorrow,” Mary Oliver (via clavicola)
(via hateshiploveship)
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand...