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Robert Frost's Poetry Time Capsule


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.
 I chose this poem since even from reading the title, it's clear that he's writing about the idea that nothing good stays for too long. I think this definitely applies to life, nothing great ever stays but better things later come along. I think Frost's use of nature in the poem applies really well to life too since every season nature goes through different experiences. Although many of the seasons don't last long, as Robert Frost says: "only an hour or so", each year they end up maturing from different conditions. Frost is describing a cycle in this poem too, and I think this applies really well to life, how many experiences are cycles over again. Although the poem is short, I think it definitely describes experiences in life and even the meaning of those experiences.

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