Tag Archives: nature poets

Annie Dillard

“I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along.  I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too.  I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wandering awed about on a splintered wreck I’ve come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them …”

– Annie Dillard

Mary Oliver’s ‘The Uses of Sorrow’

“Someone I loved gave me
a box full of darkness.

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

– Mary Oliver, “The Uses of Sorrow”