Wednesday, July 11, 2007





There Will Come Soft Rains

(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 are gone.

Sara Teasdale
American (1884-1933)

28 Comments:

Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

beautiful poem, very true...

5:10 AM  
Blogger jellyhead said...

That poem gave me goosebumps, literally. Wonderful, wise and haunting words.

6:38 AM  
Anonymous gautami tripathy said...

Thoughtful words.

Thanks for posting this.

7:19 AM  
Blogger GreenishLady said...

That is wonderful. Thank you for sharing it. I'm thinking of all the wars and all the lives lost since her death.

7:53 AM  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Beautiful and very timely. (And isn't it sad that all these years later, it's timely). Thank you!

7:56 AM  
Blogger Hedwyg said...

Wow... I have shivers now. Thank you!

8:16 AM  
Blogger ...deb said...

Appealing on many levels. Thanks for brightening my day.

(Filter is kicking me off prompt posting.)

...deb

8:45 AM  
Anonymous AscenderRisesAbove said...

wonderful teasdale poem; very applicable to today's life and times

9:18 AM  
Blogger Brian said...

wonderful rhythm in this poem. the reading is effortless, and the message is relevant and full of meaning.

10:45 AM  
Blogger Churlita said...

Beautiful and sad and oh so true.

12:44 PM  
Blogger tumblewords said...

Lovely and as true today as it was then.

1:00 PM  
Blogger Catch said...

very nice poem....the sad part is it is so true. When we go through a bad time we look around and wonder how everything else can seem so normal. This poem captures that perfectly.

1:23 PM  
Blogger PEA said...

Beautiful Rel, absolutely beautiful. One never knows what has occured on certain grounds...everything grows back in, life goes on and the past is covered up. I'll be in Niagara Falls this weekend and one of the places we'll be visiting is the Drummond Cemetery, where Laura Secord is buried and where the most violent part of the 1812 War took place...to look at it today, I'm sure it will be hard to believe such bloodshed occured there! xox

2:40 PM  
Blogger Tammy said...

That does put things in a different perspective. A sad truth. I like this poet and must investigate her other poetry. Thank you Rel!

5:56 PM  
Blogger Rob Kistner said...

Brilliant choice of a poem to feature Rel, especially with the current strife in this world.

Humankind, with all its 'beliefs', constructs, and prejudices -- is so damned arrogant and foolish... unable to see the frail balance we absolutely must observe, if we are to survive.

In the natural scheme of things, we are no more relevant than were the dinosaurs -- it's our ridiculous ego that makes us think we are.

6:23 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

Beautiful!

6:33 PM  
Anonymous c.s. said...

simply lovely. :)

10:25 PM  
Blogger Clare said...

Hi Rel, thank you so much for sharing this incredibly moving poem -- it brought tears to my eyes.

11:07 PM  
Blogger Rowan said...

What a wonderful poem this is and it expresses my feelings exactly. I often think that if the human race was wiped out overnight it wouldn't matter at all to the rest of the living things on the Earth. That isn't to say that it wouldn't make a difference - it would and it would be entirely beneficial. If other things - animals, insects, plants, trees etc - were removed then it would affect the chain of life. That isn't true of us! Sorry, Rel. Another contraversial comment, I really ought to save these for my own blog:)

6:24 AM  
Anonymous Brian said...

Reminds me of an article I read this week about Flanders Field and how the farmers are still digging up shells from WWI.

7:39 AM  
Blogger M said...

And here it is nearly a decade later and there is still war.

It would be nice if sometime in the future kids read this poem and ask their teachers "What is war?"

9:34 AM  
Blogger M said...

Um when I said decade, I meant century!

9:35 AM  
Blogger Wanderlust Scarlett said...

That is absolutely lovely... thank you so much for sharing it!!



Scarlett & Viaggiatore


And HEY!! Congratulations on the win over at Shameless Writers!!!
Get your award up soon okay?

4:23 PM  
Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

This makes me think of reports of war ravaged areas and the sound of a bird reminding everyone that nature is by far the wiser.

6:58 PM  
Blogger xxlukasxx said...

Oh, what a beautiful poem...I just stumbled upon your blog and it is a delight. I will visit often!

7:51 PM  
Blogger wendy said...

I was just in South Carolina for a couple days. I toured a plantation that was burned to the ground during the civil war...and in the direct line of a hurricane 12 years ago. Naute has healed those scars...and if left to it's own desires..it would claim the estate. drapping moss from every hanging branch...

Now that a Super power!

8:41 PM  
Blogger Puss-in-Boots said...

Now that puts war and humankind into perspective, Rel.

4:12 AM  
Blogger Rob Kistner said...

Rel -

I hear everything you felt and experienced in the words of the wonderful verse you left as your comment to my post today on Image & Verse… very real and very cool! I love it man! I love you for going to Nam, and I’m so damned glad you came back… ;)

I was actually in Army ROTC for two years while in college. I would have gone to Nam as a ‘2nd Looey’, had the lottery not spared me — just prior to my having to sign for full time active duty. My life expectancy would have been questionable had I gone ‘in country’ with that rank.

Of my close group of 11 male high school friends: 9 went to Nam, 4 were killed, and my best friend George never came home mentally — he’s is still a shell of a person. It is hard for me, even today, to spend extended time with him without wanting to scream.

Not because I don’t love him, but because it makes me so fucking angry what happened to him, and how inadequately our government took care of him — after he’d given his all in the sad affair.

I had Viet Nam vets in later iterations of my band. It was not a right or wrong thing for me — it was frustration over what was happening to my friends, ‘in country’ and here at home. I was a righteously angry young man — and I spoke my heart and mind.

4:03 PM  

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