A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief.
I knew chemistry would be worse, because I'd seen a big card of the ninety-odd elements hung up in the chemistry lab, and all the perfectly good words like gold and silver and cobalt and aluminum were shortened to ugly abbreviations with different decimal numbers after them.
Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.