What's that poem? Nothing gold can stay?
Is true.
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- rockygrace
- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
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7 comments:
Isn't that a Coldplay song? Or a bit out of one of them?
Hmmmm... "And it was all yellow" is from a Coldplay song. I think "Nothing gold can stay" is from a Robert Frost poem. Or, you know, from The Outsiders. :)
Yep, I was going to call you Ponyboy. I miss fall in the Northeast.
I love 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 am Fickle Cattle.
Thanks for the poem, Fickle!
What a gorgeous picture and loved the poem.
The poem is lovely.
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