THE DAY...

MAY DAY by Sara Teasdale ( 1884-1933) Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1918. This poem was published in "Flame and Shadow" in 1920.

A delicate fabric of bird song

Floats in the air,

The smell of wet earth is everywhere...

Red small leaves of the maple

are drenched like a hand,

Like girls at their first communion,

...the pear trees stand.

Oh, I must pass nothing by

Without loving it so 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?

Photographs 2026