Clark Ashton Smith


Clark Ashton Smith Poems

1. Amor 1/13/2014
2. Amor Aeternalis 1/13/2014
3. Amor Autumnalis 1/13/2014
4. Amor Hesternalis 1/13/2014
5. The Ancient Quest 1/13/2014
6. Anodyne Of Autumn 1/13/2014
7. Antepast 1/13/2014
8. Anteros 1/13/2014
9. Apologia 1/13/2014
10. Apostrophe 1/13/2014
11. Afterwards 1/13/2014
12. Arabesque 1/13/2014
13. Artemis 1/13/2014
14. Ashes Of Sunset 1/13/2014
15. At Sunrise 1/13/2014
16. Atlantis 1/13/2014
17. Attar Of The Past 1/13/2014
18. August 1/13/2014
19. Abandoned Plum-Orchard 1/13/2014
20. The Absence Of The Muse 1/13/2014
21. The Abyss Triumphant 1/13/2014
22. Adventure 1/13/2014
23. After Armageddon 1/13/2014
24. Aftermath Of Mining Days 1/13/2014
25. Alexandrines 1/13/2014
26. Ave Atque Vale 1/21/2014
27. Averted Malefice 1/21/2014
28. Avowal 1/21/2014
29. Bacchante 1/21/2014
30. The Balance 1/21/2014
31. The Barrier 1/21/2014
32. Basin In Boulder 1/21/2014
33. Beauty Implacable 1/21/2014
34. Bed Of Mint 1/21/2014
35. Bedouin Song 1/21/2014
36. Before Dawn 1/27/2014
37. Before Sunrise 1/27/2014
38. Belated Love 1/27/2014
39. Benares 1/27/2014
40. Beyond The Great Wall 1/27/2014

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The Hashish Eater -Or- The Apocalypse Of Evil

Bow down: I am the emperor of dreams;
I crown me with the million-colored sun
Of secret worlds incredible, and take
Their trailing skies for vestment when I soar,
Throned on the mounting zenith, and illume
The spaceward-flown horizons infinite.
Like rampant monsters roaring for their glut,
The fiery-crested oceans rise and rise,
By jealous moons maleficently urged
To follow me for ever; mountains horned
With peaks of sharpest adamant, and mawed
With sulphur-lit volcanoes lava-langued,
Usurp the skies with thunder, but in vain;
And continents of ...

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The Absence Of The Muse

O Muse, where loiterest thou? In any land
Of Saturn, lit with moons and nenuphars?
Or in what high metropolis of Mars—
Hearing the gongs of dire, occult command,
And bugles blown from strand to unknown strand
Of continents embattled in old wars
That primal kings began? Or on the bars
Of ebbing seas in Venus, from the sand
Of shattered nacre with a thousand hues,

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