piątek, 2 maja 2014

The Month of May

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?

Sara Teasdale ( 1884 - 1933)- American poet http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAq2LlBpiyg

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