posted on Mar, 14 2020 @ 03:55 PM
This poem was written by Sara Teasdale in 1918. It describes nature reclaiming a battlefield when the fighting is over, and man is gone. There seems
to be a suggestion that mankind has done himself in, and is now extinct.
A magazine that featured the poem in 1920 took the liberty of adding the sub-title: "After The War".
There Will Come Soft Rains
by Sara Teasdsle
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.