16 March 2016

"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 (1884-1933)
Found while re-reading Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles.  I find it interesting that Sara Teasdale gave voice to this postapocalyptic scenario twenty-five years before the invention of nuclear weapons.

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