I love this poem. One of the few things I love:
"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. Then dawn goes down to day; Nothing gold can stay."
By: Robert Frost P.S. I've never heard an American poet before!!!
Tilly_Witch · Tue Dec 05, 2006 @ 10:07pm · 0 Comments |