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 SONG OF A SECOND APRIL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SLEEPER'S COUNTENANCE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A NON-WANDER SONG by BERTON BRALEY SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 7 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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