There will come soft rain 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.
This poem was recited in the story, There Will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury. The story was of a fully automated house that was the sole survivor of a nuclear blast. It matched the poem perfectly!
There is simplistic, raw beauty in Sara’s works. Not much revision. Just off the cuff thoughts that flow.
This is one of my favorite poems of all time. the first time i read it, i knew that whoever wrote it shred a birthday with me...i absolutely had no doubt somehow. so i looked it up on wikipedia, and sure enough, it was Teasdale, and sure enough she was born on the same day as i was, August 8th,102 years before i was born to the day. i only have a few of my poems on here, but alot of my lyric verse has a quality to it similar to teasdale, some family members have suggested to me. spooky sort of...
I read this with a short story in 8th grade. the story was called There Will Come Soft Rains. And Man did I fall in love with it! ! ! Such a great poem, its the absolute best. Sara Teasdale is my idol haha
Poignant poem that touches the core of your heart......top stars
Words of wisdom. Who will ever bother, in this vast universe, if a life is gone. Neither a bird or a tree will notice it.
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 am very hapy to know that this poem is chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day, Sara is very talented poetess. She deserves this posthume honour. Congratulations to her closest family
This belongs to the other part: and suffered from many pains and a chronic pneumonia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read this in seventh grade, and it blew me away...there's a loveliness in the motion of it, in contrast to its warning...which makes it so poignant.