Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost (poem featured in S.E. Hinton’s, The Outsiders*)
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.
*This poem is special to me because it was really the first one I read (in fifth grade, in The Outsiders). For a long time it was the only poem I knew. Then later, one of the only ones I liked. I’ve grown into poetry appreciation, but this poem still holds a special place in my heart. If you asked me to name a poem at random, it would probably be this one.
