Monday, November 5, 2007

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
Here is one of Robert Frost's most intriguing poems

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs 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.


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