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For Poetry Monday:


“There Will Come Soft Rains,” Sara Teasdale

(War Time)

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.


One by Zoe Akins’ friend. Written late spring of 1918.

---L.

Subject quote from Tear in Your Hand, Tori Amos.

Date: 5 September 2022 09:42 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] oracne
This is such a great poem.

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