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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.
-
by Mary Oliver
Ulysses at the Entrance of Hades, the Underworld
Although the wind…
Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house.
-
by Izumi Shikibu
