To A Discarded Steel Rail Poem by Maxwell Bodenheim

To A Discarded Steel Rail



Straight strength pitched into the surliness of the ditch:
A soul you have- strength has always delicate, secret reasons.
Your soul is a dull question.
I do not care for your strength, but your stiff smile at Time:
A smile which men call rust.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: soul
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Maxwell Bodenheim

Maxwell Bodenheim

Mississippi / United States
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