There Will Come Soft Rains

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.

I prefer Ray Bradbury's version.

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The birds, yet lone, will sing and flee
From the empty hole that man left be,
The dogs and cats, no more will eat
Of the bagged up food us humans feed,
And still the trees and grass will grow,
When us poor humans all doth go,
I could go on, yet who shall care,
Poets are only people, scared.

Sorry, I hate poetry.

a reply to: Creep Thumper

I like it too.

a reply to: Skid Mark

Is that Leonard? 😁👍

a reply to: Creep Thumper

Yes it is.

originally posted by: Skid Mark
a reply to: Creep Thumper

Yes it is.

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