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May Day


Trillium, Mj Pettengill
Trillium, Mj Pettengill

Sara Teasdale - 1884-1933

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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