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Robert Frost - A Peck of Gold

Dust always blowing about the town,
Except when sea-fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children told
Some of the blowing dust was gold.

All the dust the wind blew high
Appeared like god in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children told
Some of the dust was really gold.

Such was life in the Golden Gate:
Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I was one of the children told,
'We all must eat our peck of gold.'

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A Peck of Gold - Comments and Information

Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 11. A Peck of Gold
Volume: West-Running Brook
Year: Published/Written in 1928
Poem of the Day: Jan 6 2002

Comment 11 of 11, added on April 17th, 2008 at 6:44 AM.

I really don't totally understand the meaning of the poem, so if anyone out there could write it in the comments I would really apreciate it.

Ellen from United States
Comment 10 of 11, added on February 21st, 2008 at 12:23 PM.

i don't think that's a good poem

Halima from United Kingdom
Comment 9 of 11, added on November 15th, 2007 at 9:16 PM.

The gold dust he is referring to is from the California Gold Rush of the 1800s and all the families who went there looking for it but failed to prosper. If there was gold dust in the air, it had no value, and if children had to eat it in lieu of food, that was what it amounted to.

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