E is for Early
Nothing Gold Can Stay
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 sand to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
It was inside of The Outsiders where I discovered Robert Frost. He is golden. Maybe there was no other reason to read S. E. Hinton's novel, but at the age of twelve I was charmed by Ponyboy and Sodapop.
For Poetry Day, which fell on Valentine's Day-properly, at the children's school, they were to recite a poem, written or chosen. With the oldest, everything involves humor(something about nose picking that Shel composed). The second oldest is softer. I shared with him a number of Robert Frost poems. He chose the most golden.
More on both boys and their comedy and gentle ways in a post closer to the end of the alphabet.
