Nothing Gold Can Stay
Life is fleeting. It is to be enjoyed.~Tori Amos
All pleasure in life is ephemeral. In the poem Nothing Gold Can Stay, by Robert Frost, Frost connects the short-lived New England springs to the fleeting senses of euphoria in life. There is no guarantee that pleasure will last, and when it does not, the antithesis of joy may come in its place: “Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief” [Line 5-6, Nothing Gold Can Stay]
Frost tells his short story in a poem chronologically, starting at the beginning of spring. “Nature’s first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold.” [Line 1-2, Nothing Gold Can Stay]
After the flowers and trees bud, Frost conjures images of young spring flowers. Like the tulip sprouting from the near-frozen ground in late march, joy, in whatever form it may take, may be puny and insignificant. As dawn goes down to day, pleasure sinks to content, and further to melancholy. Frost’s poem is a poignant reminder to savor the moment, delivered in eight brief lines.
Nothing gold can stay, but this poem will. Leaves will fade, wilt, and glide down into their grave. But, as always, life will begin anew.
By Isaac Ostrow & Cam Fries