Friday, April 3, 2009

There Will Come Soft Rains

There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale

from Collected Poems, Revised Edition.

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.

Do you have a poem you love, and want to share?

Inaugurated by the Academy in April 1996, National Poetry Month (NPM) brings together publishers, booksellers, literary organizations, libraries, schools, and poets around the country to celebrate poetry and its vital place in American culture. Thousands of businesses and non-profit organizations participate through readings, festivals, book displays, workshops, and other events.

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1 comment:

Jientje said...

I love the words, and the picture is breath taking! So pretty!

Remember the Proximidade award you gave me a long long time ago?
I passed it on today. Better late than never eh?

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