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.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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the naked bulb,
the white peony
unfolding
one more
inner ring
while not being
exactly open.
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something to ...