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Tuesday, August 08, 2017

Hiro is leaving Zucci Hairdressing, Ivanhoe

I've decided to get rid of toxins from my life.

One of my all time favourites by Frost. 
Succinct, transcendental and, best of all, painterly. 

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by 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.

1 comment:

Naomi said...

I am very sorry to hear that, Hiro, but I wish you well in whatever you do next.

Such a beautiful poem - so much meaning in so few lines. While I usually prefer to reflect quietly rather than comment, I have been enjoying your posts. I hope you will continue to share your art and thoughts.