Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Nothing gold can stay

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.

According to Wikipedia, this poem by Robert Frost was first written and published in the Yale Review in 1923. It is one of my favorite poems and each autumn I like to post this to share the beauty of Frost's words.


Todd X. said...

I always think of this poem. It's written in the Old English style, similar to Beowulf (in the original):
"Beowulf wæs breme (blæd wide sprang)."

The B's are like the G's and H's in Frost's poem: green is gold; hardest hue to hold. He was more of a technician than most people think.

wcs said...

Very nice. There's not enough Robert Frost in our lives these days.