Illusion
Walking beside the tree-peonies, I saw a beetle
Whose wings were of black lacquer spotted with milk. I would have caught it. But it ran from me swiftly And hid under the stone lotus Which supports the statue of Buddha.
Amy Lowell
Walking beside the tree-peonies, I saw a beetle
Whose wings were of black lacquer spotted with milk. I would have caught it. But it ran from me swiftly And hid under the stone lotus Which supports the statue of Buddha.
Walking beside tree-peonies, the speaker notices a beetle whose wings look like black lacquer dotted with milk. She immediately wants to catch it—not out of cruelty, but because it is striking and rare.
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