May Day and its poetry
Today is 1st May and it has been celebrated for centuries as a special day. As May Day it started as a pagan festival and still includes maypoles and festivities. As Labour Day it celebrates the world’s workers (and in many places gives them a day off).
There is no shortage of May Day poems. One that I remember being introduced to in my teens is Robert Herrick’s Corinna’s Going A-Maying, which starts with encouragement to get up and get going.
It has several verses so I quote the first one only. The whole poem can be found on The Poetry Foundation.
Get up, get up for shame, the Blooming MorneUpon her wings presents the god unshorne.See how Aurora throwes her faireFresh-quilted colours through the aire:Get up, sweet-Slug-a-bed, and seeThe Dew-bespangling Herbe and Tree.Each Flower has wept, and bow’d toward the East,Above an houre since; yet you not drest,Nay! not so much as out of bed?When all the Birds have Mattens seyd,And sung their thankful Hymnes: ’tis sin,Nay, profanation to keep in,When as a thousand Virgins on this day,Spring, sooner than the Lark, to fetch in May.