March 15, 2010

There Will Come Soft Rain

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--Description: 20th C, Teasedale S., Nature, Seasons, War--
There will come soft rain 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 Teasedale

--Did You Know: (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933) Teasedale was an American lyrical poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri. Throughout her life, Teasdale suffered poor health and it was only at age 9 that she was well enough to begin school. In 1898 she went to Mary Institute and to Hosmer Hall in 1899 where she finished in 1903. In 1913 Teasdale fell in love with poet Vachel Lindsay. He wrote her daily love letters, but nevertheless she married Ernst Filsinger in 1914 when she was 30; he was a rich businessman. Teasdale and Lindsay remained friends throughout their lives. In 1918, her poetry collection Love Songs won three awards: the Columbia University Poetry Society prize, the 1918 Pulitzer Prize for poetry and the annual prize of the Poetry Society of America. She was not happy in her marriage, becoming divorced in 1929. In 1933, she committed suicide by overdosing on sleeping pills. The poem "There Will Come Soft Rains" from her 1920 collection Flame and Shadow inspired and featured in a famous short story of the same name by Ray Bradbury. Read more at: Sara Teasedale

--Word of the Day: sachet \sa-SHEY\, noun:
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2. Also, sachet powder, the powder contained in such a case.
Example:
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--Quote of the Day: War grows out of the desire of the individual to gain advantage at the expense of his fellow man.
-Napoleon Hill

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2 comments:

Maurie Kirschner on March 15, 2010 at 10:04 PM said...

I spent the morning and afternoon contemplating and writing about spring and the late afternoon and early evening out walking among the signs of her. How perfect to come home and see this poem you posted. Thank you - it was the perfect way to wrap up a day dedicated to Spring.

V. Mahfood on March 16, 2010 at 4:29 PM said...

Thank you for your kind comments. Spring is in the air. I can smell and taste it! So happy you enjoyed this poem!

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