It has been a hell of a week and I have been eerily reminded how history repeats itself. Yet, knowing how history happens does not make the here and now less stressful. Yet this morning gentle rains filled my senses with a sense of calm and then I found Sara Teasdale’s poem. Her words filled me with a sense of calm – someday all of what is happening right now will just be history and “no one will care at last when it is done.” May these words give you peace as you welcome the weekend, and may you spend more time listening to the robins “whistling whims” than worrying about the latest news. Have a wonderful weekend and I will see you back here next week.
There Will Come Soft Rains
Sara Teasdale, 1884-1933
(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.
This has been quite a week, but the chaos just continues to increase every week. Better to step back if possible, and pay more attention to the “frogs in the pools singing at night”. This poem presents an interesting juxtaposition of war/peace and I thank you for sharing.
That’s a lovely spring poem with some great things to focus on instead of the dreariness of the world political scene.
Thank-you Kat…that was quite nice. Have a great weekend.
This is a wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing it.
Poetry is such a balm for the soul.
XO
oh my, that’s beautiful. I’ve been really appreciating Brueggemann’s approach to the prophets as poetry. and today I’m listening to the latest On Being and I hear poetry in the words of W.E.B. Du Bois. …and I realize I need so much more poetry in my life. Thank you for sharing this!
What a beautiful poem. I have never read much of Sara Teasdale but not I am going in search of more. I love the sentiment that the seasons come and go in spite of all human foibles. I hope your weekend brings calm.
I am wishing you a better week next week. I am wishing you peace and calm and love of course.
My week was stressful last week and I’m hoping I get some breathers this week. I keep chanting we have good health and we are happy so all those stresses aren’t that important. I love the poem you shared.
Thanks you for sharing this-with spring there is renewal and new life.