Poems that you love

[rayheinrich]

teasdale was one of the first poets i read when i began reading poetry [not so long ago]

the one that stood out for me is;

There Will Come Soft Rains
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.

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i found something peaceful in her soft spoken outrage

Such beautifully expressed misanthropy.
Quite cunning.
And innocent as well.