The poem, I’ve always felt, is an opportunity for me to create an integrated whole from so many broken shards
--Rafael Campo
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Saturday, May 2, 2009
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Nature's first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold Her early leaf's a flower But only so an hour Then leaf subsides to leaf Eden sank to grief Then dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay.
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