Essay Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost

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I was in seventh grade when I first saw the film The Outsiders. This is when I was first introduced to poetry in a way that stuck with me for the rest of my life. In the film, one of the characters quotes the Robert Frost poem ―Nothing Gold Can Stay.‖ I didn‘t really understand the meaning of the poem at the time, but for some reason the poem stayed with me. I had only just heard it and already almost had it memorized. It is a beautiful poem that has a meaning within a meaning and one that seems to make more sense with every new stage of my life.
When I first heard the poem, it didn‘t make a lot of sense to me, even though Johnny explains it at the end of the film. Being thirteen years old, I didn‘t really put a lot of
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I tried and tried, but, in my opinion, nothing I ever wrote seemed worthy enough to share with anyone. Eventually I realized that one of the qualities of the poem that had drawn me to it was its rhythm. Being a drummer, this made perfect sense to me and justified my conclusion as to one of the reasons why I liked Frost‘s poem so much.
After graduating high school, I was approached by some friends that had started a rock band, and they asked me to play the drums for them. I had been playing since the age of about twelve. After practice one night, we were all sitting around talking about how we needed more original songs when I had what I thought was an epiphany: ―Song lyrics are just poems put to music!‖ I went home that night to write a poem and took it to practice the next night. I was nervous about showing the guys my poem and to save face I called it a ―song,‖ but I thought,
―What the hell? All they can do is shoot it down and maybe give me grief over it for the rest of my life, but I‘ve got enough dirt on them now that I can probably shut them up pretty quick.‖
They read it one by one, and finally gave it their stamp of approval by saying ―It‘s good, man.‖
We put my poem to music, and a ―song‖ was born.7
I started writing more and more. Some of my poems were good, and some were not.
Nonetheless, I was
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