There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale

[conuly]

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.

Comments

[baranduin]

Beautiful. That same thought runs through my mind often. This poem captures it so well.

[sabotabby]

Gorgeous.

[thewayne]

That's a good one.

[bill_schubert]

The poppies will be coming up soon in Flander's Field, about a day's drive west of Kyiv.

[adafrog]

Good.

[ranunculus]

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;

So true.

[smokingboot]

Beautiful, thank you.

[al_zorra]

I used to type this Teasdale poem out often and often during my h.s. years.

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.