Sarah Teasedale Is Alive,

[billy]

I had never read Sarah Teasedale previously. Thank you for making her available --hmm...doesn't sound quite right. She seems to have had all the instincts of an early Sylvia Plath. I did enjoy several of the poems, however, but did not come across anything which reflected the horrors and changes produced by the Great War.

one of my favorites of hers and sorry to say, one that wasn't posted (it is now) is 'there will come soft rains'. the fourth couplet alludes to war, the last two elude to the annihilation of mankind through it. the reference section is a rather ambitious project that's taking time, but we're getting there.

glad you enjoyed her

There Will Come Soft Rains By Sara Teasdale.

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.