Robert Frost: "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

[DaisyNinjaGirl]

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

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Sharing for no particular reason, I just like it. (Also, we had our first blast of winter storm this week, so looking forward to spring in 4 or 5 months from now.)

[dianakc]

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

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Sharing for no particular reason, I just like it. (Also, we had our first blast of winter storm this week, so looking forward to spring in 4 or 5 months from now.)

❤

[merry]

That is beautiful. What a punchline.

I love another poem of his, which I'll pop in when people have had time to read this one. I expect you can guess which one it is

Daisy, I am so pleased you like this topic as much as I do. It's always been one of my favourite subs, but before you came along it got little interest

[DaisyNinjaGirl]

I love another poem of his, which I'll pop in when people have had time to read this one. I expect you can guess which one it is

I'm looking forward to reading it :-)

[merry]

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

It's those last three lines. I just love them so much.

[DaisyNinjaGirl]

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
It's those last three lines. I just love them so much.

I agree, this is such a melancholy yet driven poem.
Thanks for posting it!

[TRavine]

I loooove Robert Frost!!!

Here's another one of his which I love just as much:

The Road Not Taken (Robert Frost)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

[DaisyNinjaGirl]

Oh man, yes, this is one of the greats, isn't it?