Sara Teasdale was one of the first poets I truly fell in love with. I discovered her work when I was in high school while doing unrelated research on the internet and liked what I found so much that I asked for her complete works for Christmas. I’ve read the book cover to cover. Most of her poems are short and sweet and many are dear to my heart. This one got stuck in my head the other day. (Fun fact: Ray Bradbury enjoyed it too–he wrote a short story bearing the same name.)
There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale
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.
What is Poetry Friday? Years ago, when I was in high school, we did poetry lessons every Friday. I’ve always loved this idea and will continue the tradition by sharing poems on my blog.