Thursday, October 9, 2008



I am reading a book called "The Lost City" by Henry Shukman. Published 2007.

I am not writing a review. I am not making a judgement, as books are a highly personal thing what one likes to read. The books I adore you might think, are utterly boring or just not your cup of tea!

I like this book and I am only quoting: Gripping, vivid and hauntingly beautiful.

It starts with a poem by Robert Frost

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 came to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

1 comment:

Hort Log said...

A melancholic but beautiful lament .... suits my current mood quite well....

Cheers !