Tag Archives: Robert Frost

In Other Words: Nature’s First Green

FOOTNOTE BELOW  * 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 … Continue reading

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HOME?

What’s in a word? Maybe everything, when the word is home. Here are two definitions for you, and a question: In Robert Frost’s Death of a Hired Man,  old Silas has returned, worn-out and  ill,  looking for work yet again at the … Continue reading

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In Other Words: Nature’s First Green

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. … Continue reading

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