You better be bad when you're young
and get every dirty done-
each line tried and each lie lied-
you better be bad when you're young.
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Here is a sort of Niccolo Di Buonacorso color
Blood, chrome yellow, thumbed into clay
Brushed into stiff canvas;
Gold, thinned with a saint's cool tear.
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Lovely tree
by a star's light
creaking gently
like a middle mast
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Early and late
between a dream and awake,
midnight's medley and the stroke of eight
half asleep I lie and half awake.
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Augeries vivid as memories
heaven-set tasks-
what? the conscience asks;
though all a chore, met
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On the day of the picnic- -stormy weather-
So we forgave the clouds and hoped for better.
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On the day of the picnic- stormy weather.
So we forgave the clouds and hoped for better.
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