We're reading lots and lots of poetry in my English 1B class. Thought I'd share one of the poems by Robert Frost. Anyone have some insights on this poem?
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.


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