NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY by Robert Frost

I have had the luck of participating at a seminar, here in Venice at the university, on Robert Frost. One of the poems taken into consideration expresses a simple and classical beauty, its theme is one of those many couldn’t not come across, I think I have touched it on my own in a poem I will enclose to this post after Frost’s ( and which I have already put in some older post ). Maybe the first who highlighted the theme was Shakespeare with his line “And every fair from fair sometime declines”. How can we call it: “The natural fast declining into the ordinary”? You can find a better expression. But maybe the very title of Frost’s poem is the best.
And if, dear blog-friends you have written a poem you feel appropriate on the matter send it to me in the comments and I’ll put it in a future post.


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.



BLACKBIRD AT DAWN

The simple
marvel of being there
on the freshly cut grass of the lawn,
hopping.
Or when, in a blink of an eye,
you shrug the world away
remembering what you were
“before”:
naked, scattered and joyfully careless
in empty space.
Then, after such a glimpse,
“Nothing magnificent, nothing unknown”
but just sunrise
and the necessary normality
of the rest of the day,
the world with its cargo of “afterwards”.