The Reremouse on Autumn

The Reremouse

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs 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

Let me say outright that I’m not going to pretend that my love of this poem originated in some lofty intellectual period of my adolescence, that where when other kids my age were loitering with intent and drinking cheap beer and Mad Dog 20/20, that I was closeted in a dusty old library, wearing a beret and pouring over tomes of the texts of ‘the greats’**.

Rather, I have to confess that this poem came into my life as a direct result of an unhealthy teenage obsession with Tom Cruise (Born Thomas Cruise Mapother IV on July 3rd 1969 in Syracuse, New York).  Some of you…

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