In memory of Mary Oliver

The American poet Mary Oliver was no stranger to melancholy — but often her kind of melancholy seems to be of a more vital quality, than the kind of melancholia observed in Sebald’s univers.

Listen to this:

The Uses of Sorrow

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)

Someone I loved once game me
a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.

“The Uses of Sorrow” by Mary Oliver, from Thirst, 2007. Beacon Press.


One Comment Add yours

  1. Gunta says:

    A favorite poet of mine… thank you!

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