nothing gold can stay

One of my favorite poems is 

Nothing Gold Can Stay 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 sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

So, imagine my surprise when the book I'm reading, every day by David Levithan, gives a 'tip-of-the-hat' to Robert Frost:

"Wow. I mean, nothing gold can stay. How true is that?" She doesn't want to break the moment, doen't want to question what it means. And she's rewarded when he smiles and says, "I guess that means we'll have to be silver." When she leaves that night, he calls out, "So long, Silver!"

I loved every day.  I love the idea of every day a different body; every day a different life. 

Imagine... what are you aside from your body? Who are you without your body?

David Levithan writes:

Imagine yourself purely as a self, with no body. Who would you be? Would you really define yourself by the same standards by which you are now defined? What kind of person would you get to be if you didn't have to worry about gender or race or sexuality?

It's a captivating story, wonderfully written, inherently curious.