"Nothing Gold Can Stay"

Recent rains have sped up our arrested spring: the forests are spangled with small and greening leaves. These are the few days which each year bring to mind Frost’s meditation on this fleeting moment. It’s a poem we often read in morning meeting, and this year has been studied by English 9.

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.

At the spring midterm, that feeling of the transience of this year begins to take hold. Of course the seniors are already counting the days to graduation. But soon many will begin to feel sadness about leaving Dublin, where they each have grown so much, mixed in with the excitement of moving on. The community as a whole too will begin to recognize that we will never all inhabit the same space again, and that each day together is an opportunity. I hope this spirit will infuse each student’s approach to schoolwork for the remainder of our year, no matter what level of achievement she or he has attained, for each of us continues to grow and seek new knowledge and understandings, and indeed, each class presents a valuable and brief span of time in which we can learn together. Academic work, learning, like trees, is a cycle of self-renewal.

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