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.
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.
Those are my favorite types of poems, short, perfect pacing, and makes me imagine the scene they're writing about :)
ReplyDeleteI like that, don't recall seeing it before. I don't usually care for Frost but that was good. Seriously. I'm more a fan of Yeats, e.e. cummings, Dylan Thomas, William Carlos Williams, and my all-time favorite is Theodore Roethke.
ReplyDeleteLol you're making me feel seriously unsophisticated because I've never been truly able to understand poetry!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it makes you happy though :)