The Uses of Sorrow

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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And Still I Rise

I wish my writing was as beautiful as Maya Angelou’s so I could describe how much and the reasons why I love her poetry. Instead, in celebration of what would have been her 88th Birthday tomorrow, I’ll simply share one of her most famous pieces. And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou: You may write […]

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The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil)

The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah Williams: Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, – I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet; He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how We are working to completion, working on from […]

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