February 2012
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“These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and...”
– William Shakespeare
How I walk when my legs are asleep
hugohtron:
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.
- Mary Oliver
