Friday, April 15, 2011

National Poetry Month Day 15

Fireflies in the Garden by Robert Frost
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

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1 comment:

  1. Cute! :)
    I've been thinking more about that ghosty rose poem you posted yesterday, and I realized something; Frost was almost trying for a Poe-like vibe, but I don't think he could pull it off because his rhymes are just too cheerful. He's not goth enough for it. :}


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