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.

– Robert Frost

“Gold” – metal, metaphor and muse – is what the following titles have in common. And while it may be true that “nothing gold can stay”, it is also the case that art is immortal. Let’s go panning for art: Continue reading →