Passing the Bamboo Fence
What fell upon my open umbrella — A plum-blossom ?
Amy Lowell
What fell upon my open umbrella — A plum-blossom ?
A person walking in the rain feels something land on their open umbrella and glances up, half-asking whether it was a plum blossom. That tiny uncertainty is the whole event. The speaker doesn’t insist on an answer, and the mood stays light, quiet, and a little wondering.
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