Poetry Friday is hosted by Donna @ Mainely Write
An ex-student emailed me yesterday to say that she’d had the “worst day of my life”: her boyfriend had broken up with her in the morning, her beloved family dog had passed away in the afternoon, and then her car (the one she’d saved up for all through high school) had died without hope of revival on her way back to her dorm from classes.
“I feel like everything happy has gone away today,” she wrote, “I was thinking of that poem we read in your class…’nothing gold can stay’.”
I’ve been thinking about this kiddo ever since, and what she must be feeling now…a golden time seems to have passed for her…”everything happy has gone away.” Another golden time is surely around the corner for her, but there was something so poignant and lovely about the way she remembered this specific poem at this specific time…
Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost 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.