I forgot where I first read My Little March Girl, but I was immediately delighted. Obviously, I was born in March, so there’s that. But this poem has a certain it factor, a Taylor Swiftesque, romcom-like relatability, that makes it deserving of a Gen-XYZ spotlight.
Its appeal is mainstream AF, is what I’m saying, but we have to concede that mainstream is the stuff of legend. So here’s a complete copy of Paul Laurence Dunbar’s My Little March Girl, which is in the public domain.
My Little March Girl
About the author
Paul Laurence Dunbar, poet, novelist, songster, and playwright, was born in Dayton, Ohio in 1872, the son of emancipated (freed) black slaves. Though he was the only African-American in his high school, he was a stellar student: editor of the school paper and part of the debate club.
When he was eighteen, he wrote and edited a weekly digest called The Tattler. It was a short-lived project — just six weeks in the running — but it was Dayton’s first African-American weekly. And guess who did the printing? Just a couple of young men called Orville and Wilbur Wright, who were Dunbar’s high school friends.
Dunbar died young, at 33, of tuberculosis, but not before leaving a lasting legacy to American literature. He wrote many poems in formal, standard English, but he also wrote many things in dialect, which he once called his “natural speech.” Here’s a portion of a poem written “in dialect,” which is to say, the slang of his African-American community:
"Sunshine on de medders, Greenness on de way; Dat's de blessed reason I sing all de day." Look hyeah! What you axing'? What meks me so merry? 'Spect to see me sighin' W'en hit's wa'm in Febawary? — from "A Warm Day In Winter"
P.L. Dunbar’s works are among those considered influential to the New York-centered Harlem Renaissance. The title of Maya Angelou’s autobiography, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, is based on a line of one of his poems.