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
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
posted by Ole at
10:09 AM
2 Comments:
Thank you for the poetry. I have but one question: have you been watching "the Outsiders" too much lately? Because that's what I think of when I hear this poem.
Now that I think of it, that's such a weird movie.
- Jane
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Anonymous, At
3:37 PM
I loved the photo - especially the bird hidden in it. But I thought old Frost was a bit negative in his assessment of spring. I, too, get frustrated that the beauty of the early blooming trees and flowers is nothing more than a whisper passing by. But after a long Wisconsin winter I'm SO grateful for riding home from work in the daylight, warmth, greenness all around, and best of all - PORCH TIME!
Love,
Mom
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11:02 AM
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