The title of this post refers to May First or May Day, not the S.O.S. connotation used by the Navy. There. We have that out of the way. Today is a (former) day of celebration and frolicking. This year the frolicks are a bit muted or ignored wholesale. *sigh*
No C-19 or social distancing in this scenario!
Ralph Waldo Emerson: May-Day
(you can read the whole, lengthy poem by clicking the link.
I beg forgiveness of Emerson, from whose epic poem I’ve cherry picked portions which suited my fancy for this day. The left overs still comprise a lengthy piece, and if you’re suited to reading brief posts, this isn’t going to suit. )
With sudden passion languishing,
Teaching Barren moors to smile,
Painting pictures mile on mile,
Holds a cup with cowslip-wreaths,
Whence a smokeless incense breathes.
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