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Today is May Day and traditionally on May 1, the May Pole dance celebrated around the world. In celebration of May Day, we are featuring this namesake poem written by American Lyric poet Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884-January 29, 1933).
May Day
By Sara Teasdale
A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
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