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 A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON OF ANY OLD MAN by ISAAC ROSENBERG LINES TO A MOVEMENT IN MOZART'S E-FLAT SYMPHONY by THOMAS HARDY NIOBE: THE GODS' CHILDREN by AESCHYLUS |
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