Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE WEATHER, by KATHERINE SHEPARD


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THE WEATHER, by                    
First Line: I need brutal unrhythmical words to say this
Last Line: What does the weather mean to such as we!
Subject(s): Weather


I need brutal unrhythmical words to say this --
Why do you forever gabble about the weather?
You who loll in cars or sit in the shade
Gambling at cards over a highball,
Are forever mouthing about the weather,
"A hot day!"
"Another cold wet spell!"
Bah! Let these complain of the weather --
The unemployed on the park benches at night,
Ill-nourished children, hoeing in the sun,
The nigger in the chain-gang,
All through the stifling heat or the numbing cold.
"Forever pampering the criminal,"
I hear you say with your cruel shrug...
But who am I, to object to anything?
I, who am one of you whom I despise!
All I ask, though, is that you don't talk about the weather.
What does the weather mean to such as we!





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