Nothing gold can stay

Autumn in New England is a beautiful place to be and it is that time of year again so I thought I would share this poem from Robert Frost – one of my personal favorites.
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.

One response to “Nothing gold can stay

  1. Yes, I marked this as cool. Poetry is cool, damn it. :)Frost wrote this poem in trimeter which echoes the form of poems like "Beowulf" and has a haunting sound (and sentiment) punctuated by the forceful alliteration.So much in such a little poem. It's amazing.



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