Thursday, September 07, 2006

Something I Think About #97

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool 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, "there will come soft rains"
Ray Bradbury wrote a short story with the same title based on this poem. It's my favorite story of his. Both the story and poem echo the same theme: how the world will carry on once humans have destroyed themselves. We don't even realize how unimportant we are.
This is something I think about.

1 comment:

rilah said...

i think about chocolate. i feel less smart than you, already.