Day 245: Love, Loss, Light

Here's a sad poem. In homage to the book I've just read 'The Fault in Our Stars' by John Green - (what a moving, beautiful, tragic, sad, life-affirming book) - I'm posting this poem by Robert Frost as it was quoted in the book (showing once again, how relevant and necessary poetry is).

So I sought it out and now marvel upon it: 'nothing gold can stay'. Nope. It cannot. A harsh truth, but true nonetheless. When you think of gold as myth, as treasure, as a wealth, as preciousness - the 'hardest hue to hold.'  But the memory of it, the shine, the light, the warmth; that must remain, surely?

Nothing Gold Can Stay - 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.