When I first started this WW1 commemoration back in 2014 I mainly featured poetry.
This month I will share my favourite poems
Sara Teasdale
1884 - 1933
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.
I think I saw that the first time you posted. It makes me think, for the truth is, without mankind, the earth would continue on.
ReplyDeleteThat is so true, Susan.
DeleteIt's a timeless piece of poetry, just as valid today as it was in 1918. She also wrote 'Spring in Wartime' which is another of my absolute favourites.