(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

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Fireflies in the Garden

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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003


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  • * Sunprincess * (10/26/2012 7:04:00 PM)

    wow very picturesque and would make a very nice painting..fabulous!

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  • Andrew Hoellering (5/28/2009 9:23:00 AM)

    The thought of fireflies trying to emulate 'real stars' is as way out as it is wonderful, but Frost follows their initial glow of success with a last line that is both true and unexpected and makes the poem, which combines complete simplicity with total technical mastery.

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