I’ve seen what’s to come—
it is the days,
the steady pounding of days,
like gentle rain,
that will be our undoing.
— John Philip Johnson, from “There Have Come Soft Rains,” Rattle (No. 45)
Credits:
- Find John Philip Johnson’s entire poem here: There Have Come Soft Rains.
- Photograph – Confessions – 2010 – Tetsuya Nakashima via witchguardian
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Thank you Tamara!
I read the entire poem and it took me back to the days when we had bomb shelters. Hiding out in one of those did make me feel like one day would be our undoing. Now you hardly see those yellow and black marked buildings.
What a time Francine. What a memory. Haunting.
I felt sad reading the whole poem. Such stress for those young children. Over time this would have been overwhelming.
Yes. And the shadow, never fully leaving consciousness.
the marking of time.