Friday, April 06, 2007

More like Jack Frost

OurDad told us about his favorite spring poem the other day. I think I'm starting to get this poetry stuff now. This is just so fitting for our current freezing Easter weather.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
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.

-- Robert Frost

No kidding-- nothing gold can stay-- not when it's frozen! I think OurDad's got the poet's first name wrong. This must be the Jack Frost anthem! Crazy!


SourDad said...

Weather aside I think the subliminal title of this poem is Nothing Good Can Stay. It's quite a depressing and realist view of things.

What's your take lurkers.

Miranda said...

I don't see that last line as depressing but as rallying cry to hold onto what is important because change is the only constant in this universe. One could live with a perfect mate in every way with a close relationship but that is no guarantee that the beloved won't get cancer or hit by a bus. Babies grow into teenagers. Jobs come to an end. What was once gold and beautiful comes back to smash one's heart into a million shards of pain.

Even through all of that, there is always something else over the horizon. Spring returns. Flowers bloom anew. One goes on because humans are resilient.

(I'm not a lurker but I just had to comment)