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podcasting welcome back to the daily poem here in the close Close Reeds Podcast Network. I'm David Curry.

Today's poem is by Sarah Teesdale. She was an American lyric poet who lived from 1884 to 1933.

In 1918, she won a Pulitzer Prize for her 1917 collection, which is called Love Songs.

Now, the Pulitzer Prize wasn't technically

inaugurated or begun until 1920, but it was, it's referred to that now because it was the same

sponsoring organization that sponsored the poetry grant that she won in 1918. And the poem that I'm

going to read today is called

There Will Come Soft Rains.

It was first published in July in 1918 in Harper's Magazine

and then was included in a 1920 collection called Flame and Shadow.

This is how it goes.

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.

Robbins 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.

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