A bit fatalistic, but my favorite war poem

[timepiececlock]

Inspired by myrtleneunice's poetic quote response to war:

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

Comments

[octopedingenue]

That's a *gorgeous* poem. The Ray Bradbury story named after it made me cry the first time I read it.


This one is also one of my favorite poems about war, though I can't say it's of the happy-fluffy variety (is there such a thing?)...

Grass
Carl Sandburg


Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work ---
000000000000I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
000000000000What place is this?
000000000000Where are we now?

000000000000I am the grass.
000000000000Let me work.

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[rashaka.livejournal.com]

Ah... that's sad. reminds me of that old song "where have all the flowers gone", about the passing of time and war.