(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)
'I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines'
(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)
(In my sleep I dreamt this poem)