“But no doors slammed, no carpets took the soft tread of rubber heels…”
|There Will Come Soft Rains
In the living room the voice-clock sang, “Ticktock, seven o’clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o ‘clock!” as if it were afraid that nobody would. The morning house lay empty. The clock ticked on, repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness. Seven-nine, breakfast time, seven-nine!
“Eight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o’clock, off to school, off to work, run, run, eight-one!” But no doors slammed, no carpets took the soft tread of rubber heels. It was raining outside.
|Dolce Cadrà la Pioggia
In salotto, l’orologio parlante cantava: «Tic-tac, son già le sette, alzati su! Alzati su, sono le sette!», quasi temesse che nessuno obbedisse. La casa mattutina restava deserta. L’orologio continuava a ticchettare, ripetendo e ripetendo il suo suono nel vuoto. «Sette e diciotto, l’ora della colazione, sette e diciotto!»
Translation by Class 3F*, ISS “Giotto Ulivi”
I would like to thank my wonderful class for their time and effort: *C. Arinci, F. Bassani, F. Belli, S. Belli, E. Bettini, F. Bilotta, S. Bini, A. Brunetti, D, Brunetti, C. Caccamo, E. De Jesus Lago, G. Ferranti, S. Gamberi, A. Ghelardini, Y. Giorgi Degl’Innocenti, G. Longhi, G, Mansour, E. Marchi, C. Montuschi, G. Pettinelli, C. Pierangioli, H. Reyes Mejia, S. Rosi, G. Satta, G. Verdi, I. Villanelli, (and my wonderful colleague E. Agasisti).
We first started on this literary journey by studying Sara Teasdale. The idea that war can be taken so lightly by adults, by men in power, by governments, is something that is hard for anyone to get their head around…It is especially hard for young people. This may be because they have so much more life to live than we have, or simply because they are so much more sensitive to the world around them. In any case, what started with Teasdale’s poem There will come soft rains, where a ray of hope exists still–because, in fact, at least nature will go on; in Bradbury’s short story, destruction is all-embracing. In Bradbury’s piece, no house will survive, no tree nor shrub, no dog nor man…
The short story There will come soft rains is from the book The Martian Chronicles, 1950
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