![]() ![]() Yes, I know Ray Bradbury wrote a short story of the same name (which features the poem itself). Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire. I was thinking of trying to draw more ruins, but I was honing in on the line “would scarcely know that we were gone,” suggesting less and less traces of humanity. And wild plum trees in tremulous white Immersed in the chorus of singing at night There will come soft rains And not one will know of the war, not one. ![]() 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. Whistling their whims on a low fencewire. Plum tree - Fallout 3: Queen palm tree - Fallout: New Vegas: Red cedar tree - Fallout: New Vegas: Sago palm tree - Fallout: New Vegas. Here’s my visual response to Sara Teasdale’s haunting “There Will Come Soft Rains.” In case it’s not entirely clear what’s going on in the background, it’s supposed to be a broken skyscraper overtaken by plant life. And wild plum-trees in tremulous white Robins will wear their feathery fire.
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