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.
Robert Frost. “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”
The Lesson
Maya Angelou’s poem expresses the cycle of life and death through vivid imagery of decay and resilience. Despite confronting defeat and the passage of time, the speaker’s passion for living prevails, embodying the struggle between mortality and the enduring spirit of love for life.
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