Longing for a time
when blue skies
to human strife,
before the machinations
or the devices
Sunday August 30, 2009
In the early 1960's when my preadolescent self discovered science fiction, I read a Ray Bradbury story entitled "There Will Come Soft Rains" (written in 1950 long before we understood the full destructive power of nuclear weapons). That story lead me to my passion with poetry, because it lead me to Sara Teasdale, author of the poem "There Will Come Soft Rains." Teasdale wrote her poem in the wake of World War I -- in 1920 before any one had added a numeral after the war.
For more poems on the theme "Blue" see One Single Impression.
Photo by sgreerpitt, a reclaimed stripmine in Letcher County, Kentucky.