We're having a good time putting up a new poem every day in the library lobby. One of the best parts is looking at dozens of good poems looking for one really stands out, that will connect to a reader who is just glancing at the poem on the wall while waiting for the elevator. Here are two poems about fireflies that I came across today: one serious, and the other, not so much.
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.
The Firefly
by Ogden Nash
The firefly's flame
Is something for which science has no name
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a person's posteerier.
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