Nothing Gold Can Stay
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.
-- Robert Frost
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.
-- Robert Frost
2 Comments:
what sparked your interest in this poem? I like it. =)
it describes my emotional state at the point of posting... the ambivalence, the ambiguous balance between paradisiac happiness for myself vs the paradoxically more fruitful good for my life, to paraphrase Ferguson (1973).
but well... So dawn goes down to day. it's time to wake up, i guess.
Or is it?
Reference: http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/a_f/frost/gold.htm
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