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Friends of mine recently sent a deeply personal essay about the loss of their daughter, who died during birth. Enclosed with their essay is a poem by Mary Oliver ("In Blackwater Woods") and a wonderful children's book. Reading their recollection of the tragedy brought back to me the feelings of helplessness I felt when first I learned of it. I have not found the words to describe the sorrow I feel for my friends, and I greatly admire their courage in sending out the package. Now I am at another loss for words.
This morning, I came across this poem, also by Mary Oliver. Generally I suffer little poetry, but these pwems on sadness comfort me right now.
Posted by Underblog at July 20, 2005 8:46 AM
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lovely...
Posted by: heather at July 20, 2005 10:38 AM
gee, she's pretty o-l-d!
http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/m_r/oliver/oliver.htm
Posted by: Roomie at July 20, 2005 12:10 PM