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Poem
August 12, 1943
The Prison Mirror
Stillwater, Washington County, Minnesota
What is this article about?
The sonnet 'Weather Beaten' metaphorically attributes stormy weather to echoes of war, criticizing the 'weather man' for sheltering underground during national conflicts, depriving the world of solar warmth.
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Weather Beaten
The wind has tailored all the weather wrong,
Those lagging clouds leave too much storm to spare,
And shapes that hem too low to show the fair,
Make musty drapes of darkness much too long;
But weather-wise of Bayport's keeper-throng
Have oracled from the bombing over there:
"The cause of all this wrinkled stormy air
Are echoes from the War God's thundered song."
The weather man is not the sort we thought,
A fearless soul to push the clouds around
Regardless when or where the Nation's fought;
Instead he ducks for shelter under-ground,
And leaves the world without its golden shimmer
Of warmth flung from Apollo's flaming skimmer.
—Grim Gram
The wind has tailored all the weather wrong,
Those lagging clouds leave too much storm to spare,
And shapes that hem too low to show the fair,
Make musty drapes of darkness much too long;
But weather-wise of Bayport's keeper-throng
Have oracled from the bombing over there:
"The cause of all this wrinkled stormy air
Are echoes from the War God's thundered song."
The weather man is not the sort we thought,
A fearless soul to push the clouds around
Regardless when or where the Nation's fought;
Instead he ducks for shelter under-ground,
And leaves the world without its golden shimmer
Of warmth flung from Apollo's flaming skimmer.
—Grim Gram
What sub-type of article is it?
Sonnet
What themes does it cover?
War Military
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Weather Beaten
War Echoes
Bombing
Weather Man
Apollo Skimmer
What entities or persons were involved?
—Grim Gram
Poem Details
Title
Weather Beaten
Author
—Grim Gram
Form / Style
Shakespearean Sonnet
Key Lines
The Cause Of All This Wrinkled Stormy Air / Are Echoes From The War God's Thundered Song.
Instead He Ducks For Shelter Under Ground, / And Leaves The World Without Its Golden Shimmer / Of Warmth Flung From Apollo's Flaming Skimmer.