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Sunday July 26, 2020

Didn't you glimpse in the monarchs what seemed your own inner blazonry flapping and gliding, in desire, in the middle air? Weren't you reassured to think these flimsy hinged beings, and then their offspring, and then their offspring's offspring, could navigate, working in shifts, all the way to Mexico, to the exact plot, perhaps the very tree, by tracing the flair of the bodies of ancestors who fell in this same migration a year ago?

—Galway Kinnell
   American poet (1927-2014)

Source: "Why Regret?" in Strong Is Your Hold: Poems (free Amazon Kindle edition)

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