Friday, February 4, 2011

Evanescent

I ran across this sentence that my son R. wrote as part of a spelling assignment when he was in 5th grade (the spelling word was "brief"):


We were golden for a brief moment.

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And by Robert Frost:

Nothing Gold Can Stay

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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My advice to you:


Be golden today.

14 comments:

Vespersparrow said...

Lovely post, T. You have a very special boy.

susan t. landry said...

i think that sentence is ...perfect.
and so useful!
(it's *such* a good sentence that i can get almost as excited about it as i would had it been my son's!)

sussah said...

I can see why you kept your son's spelling lesson. Does he remember it? thanks, sp

Melinda said...

I fell short of golden, but I get credit for trying, no?

T. Clear said...

Thank you Vespersparrow...the "boy" is almost twenty-five! Almost too tender-hearted, alas.

T. Clear said...

Susan, feel free to use it anytime.
xo

T. Clear said...

sussah, I should tell him about it. He doesn't read my blog because he says then he'd know everything that I had to say before I said it. Hrmph. (Dare I say he's wrong!)

T. Clear said...

Melinda, golden and afloat!

Marylinn Kelly said...

Not a thought I would have had, without your (and your son's) prompting. To be golden...a worthy goal for any day.

TaraDharma said...

lovely - all of it - lovely. I will aspire to be golden today. R.'s words from long ago reach far into the future.

linda ana said...

Insightful, deeply moving, soul-inspiring posts recently, T. Gracias, as always, for sharing out into the world.la

Mary McCallum said...

I love your son's sentence - I will remember it. And the Frost poem. Wonderful.

alaine@éclectique said...

Oh, to be golden again, if but for a brief moment! A priceless quote; inspiring!

Bill said...

"We are stardust.
We are golden.
And we've got to ourselves back to the garden."

from "Woodstock" by Joni Mitchell