“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, either bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.”- There Will Come Soft Rains, Ray Bradbury
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divinemsmoon said:
That poem is mistakenly attributed to Bradbury because he used the title for a story in The Martian Chronicles.
Sara Teasdale is really the author of the poem.
poemhunter.com/poem/th…
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