There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool 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
Sunday, November 30, 2008
One of My All-Time Favorite Poems
Posted by griffinrider at 12:06 PM
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wow.
...i agree with rose mary...
That's a good poem.
It starts so peacefully, and happily, and then the mention of war reverses both of those things whilst keeping the peaceful edge.
It's a good poem.
~MoonStar
That's a great poem. I agree with every comment. Where did you find/hear it? Please write back! I haven't heard from you in a while, but that's probably because you're busy. Anyway, great poem.
i read this poem in english class my 8th grde class. from the short story ray bradbury: when soft rains come. and i was wow. this is so profound. anyhow, i was reading ur comment on dibsy's post about the losing weight thing... what i meant was, people consider being skinny is good. society doesn't benefit. but people perfer skinny people over other people... which is extremely biased anyhow. (shrugs)
this poem is awesome, isn't it? i love the message.
Hi!
Love this poem! It's lovely. been a long time since i passed by your blog. How you doing?
the website where you find out about your name is
http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/
for some odd reason i think the link got cut off. grr
the website is on a comment on my blog if the comment i just posted does not work.
Thanks for the compliment on my weird drawings hah, love the poem. Good post.
deep. that's the word for this poem. very wonderful.
ya, i know it's deep. deep and poetry are a good combination, don't you think? although one of my other favorite poems, The Walrus and the Carpenter, is pre nonsense. nonsense and poetry are a good combination, too.
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