There Will Come Soft Rains

August 4, 2026 #20th century, #poem, #poetry, #spanish influenza, #WWI

Sara Teasdale
1884 –
1933

(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.

This is just to say I have OCRed

July 30, 2026

~fireworks~

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