Nothing Gold Can Stay

Back in college, I bought this book titled “The Outsiders” by S.E. Hinton from a bookstore in Sta. Lucia and it became an instant favorite. The story was beautiful and tearjerky but the poem was unforgettable. It was by a poet Robert Frost (yes, the sentimental male human version of Granny Goose, at least for me). Let me share it with you as “welcome back web” note.

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.

Nice, isn’t it?


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