Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RUST, by HUDSON STRODE First Line: Rust has some roles to play Last Line: A feat of genius is a flake of brain-rust. Subject(s): Rust | ||||||||
Rust has some roles to play -- Its dust besmears the escutcheon Of a vain respectability, Mouldy with its varletry of mediocre mouthings. Rust smells hard And pungent, Like stale spice. But in sophisticated sunlight Its strangely burnt-out roughness Is more subtle Than gold. Love, Rust-stained, Gives off a magic iridescence And sometimes strikes immortal song From a languid poet. A feat of genius is a flake of brain-rust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN CELEBRATION OF RUST by BARTON SUTTER UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE EXPOSED NEST by ROBERT FROST A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MELANCHOLIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |
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