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The bird would cease and be as other birds

But that he knows in singing not to sing.

The question that he frames in all but words

Is what to make of a diminished thing.

—ROBERT FROST, “The Oven Bird”

The true border is always a tangle, always difficult to cross.

—C.L. NOLAN