9 Eylül 2019 Pazartesi

Je préfère septembre. Il est plus féminin, plus discret, plus mystérieux. Il ressemble à un printemps vu en rêve. (Gabriele D’Annunzio)

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“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.

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