A Peck of Gold Poem by Robert Frost
A Peck of Gold
Dust always blowing about the town,
Except when sea-fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children told
Some of the blowing dust was gold.
All the dust the wind blew high
Appeared like god in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children told
Some of the dust was really gold.
Such was life in the Golden Gate:
Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I was one of the children told,
'We all must eat our peck of gold.'
............a wonderful poem with such amazing lines ★ All the dust the wind blew high Appeared like god in the sunset sky,
wow, what a nice little poem! Why did I read it so late in my life? Why not when I was in my school days? ? Thanks dear poet.
Overall, this poem is just a speck of dust. The winds of time have already blown it away.
An insightful piece nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A beautiful creation...
An illuminating poem that shines like gold.....Marvellous
I was surprised that Robert Frost had written this... at first. Then I realized I was more accustomed to his poetry that was from an older man's point of view, usually set in a rural setting- -this was from his childhood and from the point of view of a man looking back at his childhood and finding moments of innocence that might have brought a whimsical smile to his face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/5/2026 5:34:15 PM # rel_20260925T122446Z_7d6ee41
A poem about making light of dire conditions.