Friday, January 22, 2021

Gold

Just when I was sure I’ve had enough of poetry I came across this by Robert Frost

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.

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