Clark Ashton Smith

Metaphor - Poem by Clark Ashton Smith

You are the stately sunset,
Departing with a hundred flames of amber
Beyond the pinnacles of autumn pine
And the low mountains
That bear the brief and vast Olympus of the clouds
Under a purpling zenith.
You are the stately sunset,
And after you
Silence will rear the moon-eclipsing night,
And a few spectral stars will gather,
Like wisps to lead the wandering gods astray
Into the black and boundless fen of all the gulfs.

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  • Rookie - 177 Points Meda Meda (4/15/2014 10:29:00 AM)

    I love it
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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