One of My Favorite Mary Oliver Poems
The Uses of Sorrow
Someone I loved gave me
a box full of darkness.
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
that this, too, was a gift.
posted by Candy Rant @ 4:48 PM
5 Comments:
At 5:05 PM,
radagast said…
LOVE Mary Oliver: "For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry. Yes, indeed."
At 7:13 PM,
Candy Rant said…
SO glad you're a Mary Oliver fan! She's been really important to me, even though I'm at the opposite end of the spectrum when it comes to appreciating nature. (I'm allergic to about a thousand things and HATE bugs.) But she makes it all seem like magic. I was just reading her book, Evidence, today.
At 7:21 PM,
Candy Rant said…
p.s. ALTHOUGH, I do love every single thing having to do with the ocean, and now, finally in my 50s, I'm learning to love birds and flowers. A result of my mother's lifelong love of both. I've only recently started really paying attention.
At 7:22 PM,
Candy Rant said…
p.p.s. And I love all animals. It's just the green growing stuff that I stay away from. Grass, etc.
At 9:25 AM,
radagast said…
That's lousy about the allergies! I go hiking about once a week and have been learning to photograph and identify wildflowers for the past ten years or so. I'm just starting to get into birding, but the damn things don't hold still the way flowers do.
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