Around 1920 Sara Teasdale wrote this poem, and about a hundred years later my friend Meredith Wilder and I wrote music to it ✨
Zaza, thanks for playing it with me ✨
Cocktails and cozyness courtesy of Eisvogel Vintage in Nehren, Germany ✨
There Will Come Soft Rains (War Time)
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.
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