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Robert Frost

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

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,
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  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (8/21/2014 6:51:00 AM)

    Fireflies per se have no value or importance in our day to day life. Yet, in poetry they come in to limelight more often for different reasons. I like the context in which fireflies are taken and the writing by and large. (Report) Reply

  • 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. (Report) Reply

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