There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
https://poets.org/poem/there-will-come-soft-rains
Been running through my mind lately.
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
https://poets.org/poem/there-will-come-soft-rains
Been running through my mind lately.
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Date: 2022-03-04 03:40 am (UTC)Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
So true.
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Date: 2022-03-04 05:42 pm (UTC)FWIW -- quarter of a cent in crypto? -- I knew the poem before I knew Bradbury's short story (1950), titled from,and quite written around, the poem.