We present to you, in preparation for May ...

Every person has his or her favorite month. It's purely a matter of personal preferences - and all months have something special that sets them apart and makes them equally enchanting and interesting in different ways. Yet, when you ask people what their favorite month is, there are months that have more fans than others. May is a perennial favorite among a diverse group of people living in very different places. It's not that the blooming spring May brings, but something deeper, more esoteric, felt by everyone on a very profound level, something not easy to describe in words.  Here, we try to catch at least a bit of may's magic by presenting you the beautiful poetry and magic featuring the month!

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MAY

"The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done.

Beneath the apple blossoms I go a wintry way, For love that smiled in April Is false to me in May."
-  Sara Teasdale, May

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THE MONTH OF MAY

The month of May was come,

when every lusty heart beginneth

to blossom, and to bring forth fruit;

for like as herbs and trees bring

forth fruit and flourish in May,

in likewise every lusty heart

that is in any manner a lover,

springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds.

For it giveth unto all lovers courage,

that lusty month of May.

Sir Thomas Malory (d. 1471) Le Morte d'Arthur (1485)

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MAY IN BLOOM

May is so beautiful: Orchards are fair; Branches of fruit trees Make gardens of air.

Flowers of fragrance Bloom in the light; Fall like the snowflakes Showering white.

Orchards of heaven Grow with a grace, And like a blessing Perfume the place.

Each tree in blossom, Each lovely spray, In this month of Our Lady, Bring glory to May.

Helen Maring The Magnificat. Volume LXVIII. Number 1. May 1941.

 

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 “As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made.” 
― Richard Barnfield

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SONNETT XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
   So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
   So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Shakespeare

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"May Time Magic"

A little seed For me to sow? A little earth To make it grow?

A little hole, A little pat, A little wish, And that's that.

A little sun, A little shower? A little while, And then a flower.

Author: Mabel Watts

That is all for May, more to come soon! :-)

Published by Stela Zoric