ankunft in ithaka, fflepp 2012
“The Uses of Sorrow”
by Mary Oliver
(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.
Winter through a Mirror Hang Kang, translated by Sophie Bowman 1. Peer at the pupil of a flame. Bluish heart shaped eye the ho...
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