
Robert Frost has long been one of my favorite poets. I discovered Frost in an English class, with one of the best teachers I ever had (thank you Ms. Pleasants) and have often been comforted by the beauty of his view of the world. Since today is the anniversary of his death I decided to post this:
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.
Read more Frost here.





