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Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost

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This poem is probably most familiar from S.E. Hinton’s first teen novel The Outsiders and the later film based upon it. I was aware of the poem before that, but don’t know how much my response differs. My nature studies might have more influence than where I first read it, but more about that in a bit.
The most commonly accepted interpretation of this poem is as a metaphor for how perfection doesn’t last, but that barely skims the surface. The vivid sense of color, the clear imagery, the melancholy tone with a feeling of resignation at the end is what makes it memorable for me.
Color saturates this poem, most notably gold. Some people might think of the value of gold coins or jewelry and how it can grow dull with age. For me, that clashes with the nature themes. I prefer to think of the golden light of the sun, especially in early morning or the Tindall Effect of light shining through leaves. At dawn, the sky is first streaked with yellow, even in winter and the multicolored sky soon blends into

Elizabeth Jennings (poet)

British poet (1926–2001)

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Elizabeth Joan JenningsCBE (18 July 1926 – 26 October 2001)[1] was a British poet.

Life and Career

Elizabeth Jennings was born at The Bungalow, Tower Road, Skirbeck, Boston, Lincolnshire, younger daughter of physician Henry Cecil Jennings (1893–1967), MA, BSc (Oxon.), MB BS (Lond.), DPH, medical officer of health for Oxfordshire, and (Helen) Mary, née Turner.[2][3] When she was seven, her family moved to Oxford, where she remained for the rest of her life.[4] There she later attended St Anne's College. After graduation, she became a writer.[5]

It was a yellow voice, a high, shrill treble in the nursery
White always and high, I remember it so,
White cupboard, off-white table, mugs, dolls' faces
And I was four or five. The garden could have been
Miles away. We were taken down to the green
Asparagus beds, the cut lawn, and the smell of it
Comes e

(from A History of Modern Poetry, From the 1890s to the High Modernist Mode
- David Perkins, 1976, pgs219-226)

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The Georgian nature poets still of some interest are Edward Thomas,
W. H. Davies, Edmund Blunden, and Ralph Hodgson. The best of these
was Edward Thomas (1878-1917). He lived by writing, and published
more than thirty books of biography, travel, and criticism. Yet up to the
last two years of his life he had written no verse. But he made friends
with Robert Frost—then living in England—and it was with Frost's
encouragement that the breakthrough took place. Frost, who was not
always modest, minimized his role: "I referred him to [prose] paragraphs
in his book The Pursuit of Springand told him to write it in verse
form in exactly the same cadence. That's all there was to it. His poetry
declared itself in verse form."

However much or little Thomas' poetry may have depended on Frost's
for its methods, it is remarkably like Frost's. Thomas typically begins
with a natural scene or country encounter, rendered in a leisurely and
detailed way. The poems then p

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