"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
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Nice to meet you Diane; thank you for the comment.
I read this poem in English class last year, but it feels like the words have more meaning and resonance because I'm not reading it as an assignment but out of appreciation for autumn. It feels a lot better now that I can relate to it and swallow in the mood and meaning rather than shoving it down my throat.
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