Poetry Friday: “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”

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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

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.


17 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”

  1. Oh, what a touching post, Tara, and your care (and the fact that this young woman contacted you) shines through. It’s so hard for younger folks when they don’t feel days turning as fast as they turn when we’re older, when they don’t know that the ebbs and flows really keep on ebbing and flowing. I hope she finds some more gold soon, and thanks for sharing the lovely (but sobering!) Frost poem.

  2. Poems speak to us and stay with us and keep us when we need them most. What a gift you gave this child when you gave her this poem. I love the line “So dawn goes down to day.” Beautiful words!

  3. This poem was a favorite time and again with my students, Tara, also from The Outsiders, they kept it close. I’m sad for your student, but it’s very positive that she reached out to get some support, and also great that it was you. A true compliment for you as her long ago caring teacher. I hope some gold finds her soon too, as Robyn wished!

  4. Some days it does seem that the universe is conspiring against us, although not usually to the extent of what your student experienced. How lucky for her that you had shared Frost’s wise words with her so she could return to them, hopefully for comfort, now.

  5. Always wonderful to read Frost’s poem again — hugs to your former student; nice to hear the two of you are still in touch and she feels close enough to you to share her good and not-so-good news.

  6. They feel so deeply and it is hard for them to see how the next door will hold treasures, too. It is so important that they make connections to help them along this journey. And they will see how to be a comforter to someone else in the process. Beautiful poem. I don’t remember this one, though I should.

  7. A lovely post today, Tara. This is one of my favorite Frost poems because it deals with spring and the first touch of yellowy-green. Truthfully, the gold is heartening after the winter, but I’m so glad it does not stay because then we’d miss all the GREEN, and, the blossoms!

  8. Sounds like your former student is going through tough times–but it’s so nice that she could reach out to you and find some sense/comfort in the poems you shared.

  9. Beautiful gift for us all to share this poem. Hopefully your student has a better day today. And how lucky she is to have you in her life.

  10. What a great new home for your blog! WordPress is still the first choice for me. Thank you for sharing your student’s experience with us. We all have those days, don’t we? It’s great that you have this lovely relationship with her that allows her to share ‘nothing gold can stay’ in a quick email. 🙂

  11. Tara, this is one of my favorite poems. I used to teach THE OUTSIDERS, and I would tear up every time I read it aloud to the class. Many of my students told me that it was one of their favorite memories from eighth grade. It’s amazing how so many of our students have been touched by that poem. Thank you for reminding me of that.

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