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.
~ Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933)
Sara was a wonderful poet who lived a sad life. There is not much about historically that I know save for the fact she was Sylvia Plath before Sylvia was Sylvia. She ended up committing suicide at the young age of 33.
A slightly odd fact about this poem is that it inspired a story by science fiction writer Ray Bradbury. His story was then used in many adaptations with her words echoing through them all. The story is about an automated house that after an apocalypse still serves and assists its dead family. Although it seems morbid and grotesque the actually is quite intriguing. If you like sci fi it is a quick and decent read. For more about the Ray Bradbury’s inspired story please read here.
In the video below the poem is found in a video game called Fall Out 3. It is a post apocalyptic game in which after many hours of playing you can stumble on a house where a robot recites this poem.
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