Sunday, 16 March 2014

Sunday WW1 Poem....

Sara Teasdale

1884 - 1933



Sara Teasdale was an American lyrical poet. She was born Sara Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and after her marriage in 1914 she went by the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger.



There Will Come Soft Rains

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.




This poem imagines nature reclaiming a battlefield after the fighting is finished.

I think it's rather lovely.

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2 comments:

  1. Beautiful! Thank you for sharing this poem with us. :)

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    1. It is rather lovely Jane, isn't it?

      Thanks for looking at my war poetry section.

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Thanks for taking the time to comment - Jaffa and I appreciate your interest.