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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
Although the wind…
Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house.
-
by Izumi Shikibu