PoemSomeone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.Mary OliverThe Uses of Sorrow · 2006★ 5.2
PoemWhen it's over I don't want to wonder If I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.Mary OliverWhen Death Comes · 1992★ 3.5
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