My favorite poem:
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.
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wow. This is one of my favorites too. Unfortunately it all had to do with the outsiders but poneyboy had to be good for something.
I think the reason this poem's been on my mind lately had something to do with the daffodils in our yard that bloomed a whole month early this year, then seem to have petered out already. (her early leaf's a flower, but only so an hour) Hope they come back for reel
Aw, mine too! And this one. But I am enjoying our first real snow today in NJ...so the queer old balloonman will have to wait a little while.
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it's spring
and the goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
-- ee cummings
Love that one too, Tamara. I'm so glad Mrs. Benson made us memorize poems in HS, aren't you?
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