Grief Poetry: There Will Come Soft Rains

A poem for grieving, coping with death, healing


There Will Come Soft Rains
by 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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Comment by Kenyada Mabone on March 22, 2012 at 8:05pm

after reading this poem I just can't seem to open up the door to go on. It's been two years for me and today I cried like a baby.

Comment by halfaheart on January 4, 2010 at 7:48pm
Thank you for sharing...I needed this today.
It is 10 yrs now since Papa went home to Heaven.
He was my hero.A huge piece of my heart went to Heaven
with him.And then my precious mama passed over May 1st 2008.
My heart aches.
Comment by Donna Elliott on April 6, 2009 at 11:20am
Beautiful poem

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