Poetry Sunday: There Will Come Soft Rains (War Time) by Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale was an American poet of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. She died in 1933. She was admired and acclaimed for her lyrical poetry, receiving the Pulitzer Prize for it in 1918. This is perhaps her most famous poem, a piece that describes a beautiful natural world that is indifferent to human conflict.  A world that might be better off if, in fact, spring should arrive some day to find us gone.

There Will Come Soft Rains (War Time)

by Sara Teasdale

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.