Sunday, July 04, 2010

When Poetry and Truth Collide

Independence Day reminds me of a poem 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.
As dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.

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