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Will Come Soft Rains was written by Sara Teasdale in 1920. It imagines nature reclaiming the earth after humanity has been wiped out by a war. To the poet, the human race will be little missed. 

soft-rain

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pool 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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  1. I sometimes feel like this when I am still under the big fir, with frogs, robins, fence wire and all that is in this poem present to me in that moment. The tree is being a tree, the frog a frog and so on. I hope that a human being a human does not mean to be at war but we have so many examples that it does. Maybe I will practice being more tree like and less human like.

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