Wednesday, October 7, 2009

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.

1 comment:

Todd X. said...

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.