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.
My favourite Teasdale poem feels very relevant right now. Written during World War I, these beautiful verses fit into today’s situation, where many live in an anxious state of confinement.
Teasdale refers to spring’s awakening, which is what we’re experiencing here in the northern hemisphere at this moment and which makes the whole situation easier. Nature takes its course, despite the dealings of mankind.
I find the poem comforting; it’s a call not to despair, but to live in the here and now and enjoy the spring unfolding outside. Everything changes all the time, and soon the confinement will be over.