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3. Frost, Robert. "Nothing Gold Can Stay." American Literature, ABC-CLIO, 2003, americanliterature.com
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The main idea and central theme of Nothing Gold Can Stay is that the main essence of nature's gold is the beauty that is contains. This beauty is captured in natures green. "Nature's first green is gold." Frost also translates this into the life of a leaf. The leaf is born and is gold, then later dies only to be replaced by more gold. One line after the other rhymes with each line before it. Part of Frost's message is that nature must be preserved just like how gold is valuable. Nature is just as valuable and worth-while as gold is.

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The theme of Birches is the entire narrative of the poem. It is that nature must be observed and appreciated for what it really is. Each line in Birches deals with some aspect of nature. There is no specific rhyme to the poem. The poem instead goes by a two line denomination. In Frosts time, rapid industry was taking effect and nature was being turned down and made way for industry. "But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay". To Frost nature is an important asset to all people and that it will never die.

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1. Analysis: Both poems describe nature and the small things that eventually come together to develop the bigger picture. ( the process of studying the whole by examining its parts) "Nature's first green is gold"/"After a rain"
2. Anecdote: Both poems are indirectly narrating tales while conveying this story through nature's viewpoint. (a brief story about an interesting event) "I like to think some boy's been swinging them"/"So Eden sank to grief"
3. Aphorism: Both poems contain the central idea that nature is important and that it is important to observe and appreciate the beautiful things in life. (a general truth or observation about life) "I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree"/"So dawn goes down to day"
4. Archetype: Both poems utilize figurative language to paint a picture to the author that is very vivid, detailed, precise, and specific. (an image, a descriptive detail, or plot pattern that occurs frequently in literature) "Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells"/ "Her early leaf's a flower"
5. Avant Garde: Frost's poetry was significantly ahead of its time. This was evident in his use of imagery and narrative descriptions of nature. No poet of his time came close to his innovations and innovations. (art and literature that are ahead of their time) "But I was going to say when Truth broke in"/ "Her hardest hue to hold"
6. Repetition: Both poems repeat specific words and phrases, usually to point out specific features and descriptions. (phrase or line is repeated for emphasis or unity) "As the breeze rises"/ "As the stir cracks

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When I see birches bend to left and right

Across the lines of straighter darker trees,

I like to think some boy's been swinging them.

But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay

As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them

Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning

After a rain. They click upon themselves

As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored

As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.

Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells

Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust—

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away

You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,

And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed

So low for long, they never right themselves:

You may see their trunks arching in the woods

Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground

Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair

Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.

But I was going to say when Truth broke in

With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm

I should prefer to have some boy bend them

As he went out and in to fetch the cows—

Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,

Whose only play was what he found himself,

Summer or winter, and could play alone.

One by one he subdued his father's trees

By riding them down over and over again

Until he took the stiffness out of them,

And not one but hung limp, not one was left

For him to conquer. He learned all there was

To learn about not launching out too soon

And so not carrying the tree away

Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise

To the top branches, climbing carefully

With the same pains you use to fill a cup

Up to the brim, and even above the brim.

Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,

Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.

So was I once myself a swinger of birches.

And so I dream of going back to be.

It's when I'm weary of considerations,

And life is too much like a pathless wood

Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs

Broken across it, and one eye is weeping

From a twig's having lashed across it open.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile

And then come back to it and begin over.

May no fate willfully misunderstand me

And half grant what I wish and snatch me away

Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:

I don't know where it's likely to go better.

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,

And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk

Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,

But dipped its top and set me down again.

That would be good both going and coming back.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

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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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Frost was born on March 26, 1874 in San Francisco, California. He studied at both Dartmouth University and Harvard. Unlike the majority of his family, Frost had no knack for farming and stuck to teaching and on his spare time wrote poetry. At the age of 38 he decided to pursue a living in writing poetry and later sold his farm. He was married for a short while before his wife passed in 1938. Three of his children died as well. His poetic career made him a popular lecturer. Frost won the Pulitzer Prize four times and read "The Prize Outright" at the inauguration of John F. Kennedy in 1961. Frost died on January 29, 1963.