Nothing Gold Can Stay

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

i'va always been a big fan of poems myself, i've written many on my own though i don't consider myself as a writer. as i was reading eisle's journal i saw one entry about this poem so i clicked it and i found this very nice one (above by robert frost).

as i was searching for my books, i also stumble upon my emily diskinson's selected poems that my sister bought for me when i was still a teenager. i love reading poems, books, short stories. but not very heavy literature just simple but very entertaining ones.

a word is dead

when it is said

some say.

i say it just begins to live

that day

that one was quoted from selected poems of emily dickinson, i really2 like that one. so many outrageous poems that you can find or even relate to. the poems were written even before the first world war so in fashion it's called vintage.

as vintage as it may seem i better sign off real soon and find other things to do before this bloggish part of me starting to explode

take care, and have a safe holiday.

signing off, see ya on my next boring posts (or post)

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