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.

We have no control over sorrow, we feel powerless when it comes creeping into our lives. Acclaimed Mary Oliver reminds us that we can find freedom in embracing it as a gift, holding it with kindness. Illustration by Olivia Sautreuil.

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