This poem is taken from PN Review 70, Volume 16 Number 2, November - December 1989.
Crabbèd Age and YouthI would never have sold
The nearly naked bronze,
The Neapolitan boy
Laughing and running,
If I had known
That one of my young swans
Had thought him stunning,
And wished he were her own.
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