A conversation with Mary oliver’s poem, Terns

Don’t think just now of the trudging forward of thought, but of the wing-drive of unquestioning affirmation…. To unwind the reel and splice the joys, to attempt erasure and unsay the words that slip and form regret, I wish to reach into my yesterday. I can’t. I would like to go back—I can’t—and tell my …

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