(Sara Teasdale in 1913)

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.

隨之而來輕柔的雨 (translated by Cathrine Yen)

隨之而來輕柔的雨與大地的氣息
燕子發出閃亮的聲音盤旋著

水塘的青蛙在夜裡歌唱
野梅樹在白雪中顫抖

知更鳥穿著似火的羽毛
在矮籬笆上唱著它們的奇想

沒有人知道這場戰爭，沒有人
會在乎它最後的結局

沒有人會在乎，鳥和樹也不會在乎
人類是否全都毀滅了

當春天在黎明甦醒
它幾乎不知道我們已全部死去



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