[Lika_k]

Sara Teasdale
There Will Come Soft Rains
(War Time)
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.

@темы: t, 20, english-american, teasdale, sara

Comments

[Rotlaust Munin]

Это стихотворение как машина времени - мгновенно возвращает испытанный в детстве восторг и в то же время вдохновляет на новый опыт прочтения. Чистейшая радость встретить дорогие строки в вашем прекрасном сообществе, спасибо вам, Lika_k ! =)

[Lika_k]

Rotlaust Munin, очень приятно, спасибо вам))