There Will Come Soft Rains

[shanmonster]

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

Comments

[zydee.livejournal.com]

I love that poem so much.

I think that's also the title of a particularly beautiful short story by Ray Bradbury in the Mars series.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

Yes. I learned about the poem from reading The Martian Chronicles.