Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
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.
by Robert Frost
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.
Not sure why, but I was thinking of this poem a lot last night. For some reason, the first two lines were stuck in my head.In terms of favorite Frost poems, this one is definitely near the top. Although I think the #1 position still goes to Fire and Ice.
avoision (September 3, 2010 at 6:42 am)