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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MUMBLIN' MOTT, by VIRGINIA MOORE Poet's Biography First Line: Delightedly devoid of useless brain Last Line: Who had the sense to be an idiot! Alternate Author Name(s): Untermeyer, Louis, Mrs. Subject(s): Fools; Speech Disorders; Idiots; Stuttering; Muteness | |||
Delightedly devoid of useless brain, Mad Mott had made a crony of the rain And knew no rival: now they stood apart, Mumbling a crooked beauty, heart to heart, Inside a soaking cotton field. The wet Droll dusk of his demented face was set Child-like against the measured silver slant Of his uncalculated confidant. The chill rain taunted Mott: "You haven't wit Enough to leap into a lightning slit!" Mott dipped his eyes. Determined thunder shed Hostility upon a woollen head Grinning like chippies. Then a yellow shot Of lightning hit the heels of mumblin' Mott. -- And I who heard his laughter seemed to smell A whiff of dark deceptive asphodel. What is this carcass with a grinning head, Buried, and rained upon, and dug up dead? Here where the weevil and the boll have lain Mad Mott accepts the challenge of the rain Unfalteringly, his rags upon a back No less exuberant for being black. And I, bleached white and sane, can envy Mott Who had the sense to be an idiot! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUTTERER by MICHAEL S. HARPER TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER by JOHN DRYDEN HIS NAME WAS KEKO by THEODORE BRIDGMAN RHAPSODY OF THE DEAF MUTE by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE BORN DUMB by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE IF I CAN BE BY HER by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING PARAPHRASE by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING SHE DOES NOT HEAR by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING |
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