Thursday, March 3, 2011

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

THE VIEW OF THE SETTING SUN LAST NIGHT FROM THE WINDOW OF ROOM 316 AT
AMERICA'S BEST INN IN PORTSMOUTH, NEW HAMPSHIRE,
MY HOME FOR THE LAST TWO WEEKS
BACK TO L.A. TODAY
I CRIED WHEN I SAID GOODBYE TO MOM
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

3 comments:

  1. Nature rarer uses yellow
    Than another hue;
    Saves she all of that for sunsets,--
    Prodigal of blue,

    Spending scarlet like a woman,
    Yellow she affords
    Only scantly and selectly,
    Like a lover's words.

    -Emily Dickinson

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  2. Kind of stunning picture.

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