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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Averoigne

In Averoigne the enchantress weaves
Weird spells that call a changeling sun,
Or hale the moon of Hecate
Down to the ivy-hooded towers.
At evening, from her nightshade bowers,
The bidden vipers creep, to be
The envoys of her malison;
And philtres drained from tomb-fat leaves
Drip through her silver sieves.

In Averoigne swart phantoms flown
From pestilent moat and stagnant lake
Glide through the garish festival
In torch-lit cities far from time.
Whether for death or birth, the chime
Of changeless bells equivocal
Clangs forth, while carven satyrs ...

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Adjuration

Sweet Lesbia,when our love is done,
Leave no reproachful shade or blot,
No least reproof, on all or aught
That made us twain, that made us one.

Say only, love has lived his hour
Blameless as any rose's bloom:
And faultless now his fated doom
As is the dying of the flower.

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