Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert FrostNature’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.
MARGINALIA
Some people are still feeling the afterglow of a commercialized holiday. I keep thinking of how sad it is, because it is fleeting. But it’s good, isn’t it? Loss is important. Grief, too.
ABOUT ROBERT FROST
Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, but his family moved to Lawrence, Massachusetts, in 1884 following his father’s death. The move was actually a return, for Frost’s ancestors were originally New Englanders, and Frost became famous for his poetry’s engagement with New England locales, identities, and themes. Frost graduated from Lawrence High School, in 1892, as class poet (he also shared the honor of co-valedictorian with his wife-to-be Elinor White), and two years later,… (more)
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