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.
I was just thinking about this book I read aaaaaaggges ago called The Outsiders. Anyone read it?
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
Do they go around stabbing each other with switchblades?
Not exactly... but they do sorta belong in gangs..
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
Does one of them go to a hospital and his friends bring him a switchblade, which he places under his pillow?
I don't want to put in spoilers. A couple go to hospital, but I don't remember anything about a switchblade. you read it or not?
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
I think so. Long long ago...when dirt was okay to eat, and tasted good.
Yeah, I read it when I was a kid too. (guessing that's what you mean. I was still to old to eat dirt though.) Still, pretty good book.
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
You are never to old to eat dirt.
I guess it is one of those, 'open minded' things.
well, I was never young enough to eat dirt either. It's a closed minded thing.
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
Your todo list must be very long.
Where is that poem you started with from? I know I've read it, but it slips away from me. I've never ate dirt either (purposely). My to do list is very long. Eating dirt isn't on it.
If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft, and of thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left, sell one, and with the dole buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
Now there's a blast from the past - I mean both the poem and The Outsiders.
The poem is by Robert Frost called (funnily enough) "Nothing Gold Can Stay".
Fave Quote: "I write. I write that I am writing. Mentally I see myself writing that I am writing and I can also see myself seeing that I am writing. I remember writing and also seeing myself writing..." ~ Salvador Elizondo "The Graphographer"
You people don't know what you're missing. Oh well, more for me.
It's sort of a sad poem, don't you think?
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
(Mark Twain)
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