Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems by Robert Frost : 67 / 136
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.
Robert Frost
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: grief, flower, nature, green
Poems by Robert Frost : 67 / 136
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I think it's just a comment on the impermanence of great beauty.
This really affects my heart. The extended metaphor is fabulously expressed through the brilliant vocabulary and organization.
My favorite poem!
I will always stay gold! !
One of the only poems I have memorized. :)
so the waterfalls flow down through the rivers to the ocean..nothing gold can stay..fabulous.. :)
stay golden ponyboy
This poem is saying, you may love something/someone and adore it. But sometimes they have to go. For a bad reason or a good reason. -Lyly Figueroa
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold. - early spring - Hope
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.- Summer -Happiness
Then leaf subsides to leaf, - Fall- sadness
So Eden sank to grief, - Winter- Sorrow
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay. - Life's go on
Poems interest me very much, so I would say Robert Frost is my number 1 poet following that is Emily Dickinson. I also agree with Rebecca Weall.
All of you are saying that the peom is too plain in the reference to the beauty of nature, but if you actually do your research on the peom it is referring the bible and the garden of Eden. The garden was beautiful until it was messed with. Hence the beauty of nature is at the peak when it's new, untouched by people or weathered away by the elements.