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On the road

A couple of days flitting around and pointing at things starts as of now, so posting will be light until Friday minimum. Instead of leaving you with some Jack this time, here’s a short poem from another house fave, 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.
And for those interested, while searching for a copy of Nothing gold can stay (1923) to paste here I stumbled across this analysis of the poem by Dana Gioia (who was one of George W. Bush’s better decisions while in office) that was previously unknown to your humble scribe. It’s very good and a recommended read.

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