Saturday, May 9, 2009


There's nothing more beautiful than words arranged in a colorful way or spoken with passion. These are but a few favorite poems of mine.

My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends
It gives a lovely light.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay

Nothing Gold Can Stay - Robert Frost

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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