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Poem
September 14, 1913
The Labor Advocate
Providence, Providence County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
In 'Caliban in the Coal Mines,' Louis Untermeyer voices coal miners' grievances to God, highlighting the dark, cold, damp mine conditions against divine comfort in the lighted sky.
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Revolutionary Poems
CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES
By Louis Untermeyer
God, we don't like to complain,
We know that the mines are no lark,
But-there's the pools from the rain,
But-there's the cold and the dark.
God. you don't know what it is,
You. in Your well-lighted sky,
Watching a meteor whizz—
Warm, with the sun always by.
God, if You had but the moon
Stuck in Your cap for a lamp,
Even You'd tire of it soon
Down in the dark and the damp.
Nothing but blackness above,
And nothing that moves
but the
cars—
God. in return for our love,
Flings us a handful of stars!
CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES
By Louis Untermeyer
God, we don't like to complain,
We know that the mines are no lark,
But-there's the pools from the rain,
But-there's the cold and the dark.
God. you don't know what it is,
You. in Your well-lighted sky,
Watching a meteor whizz—
Warm, with the sun always by.
God, if You had but the moon
Stuck in Your cap for a lamp,
Even You'd tire of it soon
Down in the dark and the damp.
Nothing but blackness above,
And nothing that moves
but the
cars—
God. in return for our love,
Flings us a handful of stars!
What sub-type of article is it?
Satire
What themes does it cover?
Satire Society
Political
What keywords are associated?
Coal Mines
Miners Complaint
God Address
Dark Damp Conditions
Revolutionary Poems
What entities or persons were involved?
By Louis Untermeyer
Poem Details
Title
Caliban In The Coal Mines
Author
By Louis Untermeyer
Subject
Complaint Of Coal Miners' Hardships
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
God, We Don't Like To Complain,
We Know That The Mines Are No Lark,
But There's The Pools From The Rain,
But There's The Cold And The Dark.
God. You Don't Know What It Is,
You. In Your Well Lighted Sky,
Watching A Meteor Whizz—
Warm, With The Sun Always By.
God, If You Had But The Moon
Stuck In Your Cap For A Lamp,
Even You'd Tire Of It Soon
Down In The Dark And The Damp.
Nothing But Blackness Above,
And Nothing That Moves But The Cars—
God. In Return For Our Love,
Flings Us A Handful Of Stars!