The brothers’ related banter…
H: But, no, you have to a short poem John.
J: I forgot to do the short poem, I even had a short poem Hank.
H: Oh good.
J: This short poem was actually sent to me by twitter from Julie who wrote “Have you read There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale on the podcast? If not, I recommend you do, it’s about death if that helps.” It does help, it does. There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale, and I guess this is written about, or in war time.
(Reads poem)
J: There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale. A nice poem about the apocalypse.
[Hank laughs]
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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.
John Green Reads Poetry 