Saturday, April 28, 2012

National Poetry Month - Sara Teasdale

Arlington Cemetery - Photo courtesy of William Newbold

"There Will Come Soft Rains"
(War Time)

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.

--Sara Teasdale

This Sara Teasdale poem was used as the title for a Ray Bradbury short story.  You may want to check it out!

Gettysburg - photo courtesy of William Newbold

1 comment:

  1. Sort of puts things in perspective doesn't it? I really like that poem.