Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WEATHER-PROPHET; A FABLE, by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: What can be the matter with the thermometer? Last Line: Thinks his own mood is the mind of humanity. Subject(s): Fables; Prophecy & Prophets; Weather; Allegories | ||||||||
"WHAT can the matter be with the thermometer? Is it the sun or the moon or the comet, or Something broke loose in the old earth's pedometer?" Thus in his study a weather philosopher Mused -- every minute more puzzled and cross over. Wind-charts and notes he proceeded to toss over. "Up in this tower, this breezy and barren height, One should be cool as an elderly Sharonite. Something is wrong with the scales of my Fahrenheit. 'T was but this morning the wind blowing northerly Roughened the tops of the ocean waves frothily; Now it has shifted, and seems to be southerly" -- (These are not rhymes -- I am fully aware of it. But the hot weather -- for he had the care of it -- Fully excused him, and I have no share of it.) Time to this sage was so precious that never he Ate at regular hour; forever he Seemed to be lost in a weather-wise reverie. So a small kitchen the town-folks did make for him Right underneath, where a servant could bake for him, Boil for him, cook up a chop or a steak for him, So that he need n't be starving while measuring Rain-storms and calms that the heavens were treasuring. 'T was a bright thought which they took a great pleasure in; For 't was the weather that made the great theme for them. This was their day-talk and this their night's dream for them. Here was the man who could skim the sky's cream for them; Thousands of miles away see a cloud-macula -- Tell what was coming in language oracular -- Translate his science in common vernacular. Quite independent of housekeeping syndicates He could pronounce what the weather-glass indicates Long ere old Boreas had opened his windy gates. Knew all the signs from the Crab to Aquarius, Shifting or permanent -- single or various; Bright signs that gladden us, dark signs that weary us, Versed in the trade-winds and currents could spy a way How a storm-centre in Texas or Iowa Might prove a cyclone or peaceably die away. Skilled in all secrets of meteorology, Clear in his mind as that H I should follow G. If he made blunders he made no apology. He was the boldest of Old Probabilities; Scorned all assistance and short-hand facilities. Ah, what a thing to have genius and skill it is! Pity if he should be forced to take off his eye; Leave for a dinner his notes to a novice eye! Food was a trifle for one who could prophesy. So like the prophet of old when tile city he Left for the woods, and the ravens had pity, he Found himself served by a black-coat committee. Now while engrossed in his figures, not dreaming it, Bridget below in the kitchen was steaming it; Making the building so hot that ice-cream in it Melted like butter. Her stove and the range in it Cooking his dinner -- though this may seem strange in it -- Was the sole reason the air had a change in it. Over his figures his brow getting rigid, he Kept at his task, never thinking of Bridgety -- Growing each minute more fussy and fidgety. Up through the speaking-tube rushed the hot air on him, Bringing the steam of the boiler to bear on him. So with a mystified sort of despair on him Soon he proceeded to write and to scratch away, And by his telegraph sent a despatch away -- (Never before was Old Prob so infatue) Saying -- "It seems by my Aeroscopical Great heats with thunder will soon be the topic all -- Weather, in short, most decidedly tropical. Can it be sun-spots? Volcanic impurities Caused by a meteor bursting? I'm sure it is Something abnormal -- but very obscure it is! Possibly something may ail my thermometer; Possibly 't is the effect of the comet, or Something broke loose in the old Earth's pedometer." MORAL. Prophets are struck now and then with insanity. Ever since Adam man's measureless vanity Thinks his own mood is the mind of humanity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CYMON AND IPHIGENIA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO SIGISMONDA AND GUISCARDO by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO THE CHARACTER OF A GOOD PARSON by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY; AN ALLEGORY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE CORRESPONDENCES; HEXAMETERS AND PENTAMETERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |
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