Fireflies flicker in the tops of trees,
Flicker in the lower branches,
Skim along the ground.
Over the moon-white lilies
Is a flashing and ceasing of small, lemon-green stars.
As you lean against me,
The air all about you
Is slit, and pricked, and pointed with sparkles of
Starting out of a background of vague, blue trees.
from Pictures of the Floating World, 1919
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
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