Clark Ashton Smith


Clark Ashton Smith Poems

1. A Catch 1/27/2014
2. A Dead City 2/4/2014
3. A Dream Of Beauty 3/24/2014
4. A Dream Of Oblivion 4/4/2014
5. A Dream Of The Abyss 4/4/2014
6. A Fable 4/10/2014
7. A Fragment 4/10/2014
8. A Hunter Meets The Martichoras 4/10/2014
9. A Live-Oak Leaf 4/15/2014
10. A Madrigal 4/15/2014
11. A Meeting 4/15/2014
12. A Phantasy Of Twilight 4/25/2014
13. A Prayer 4/25/2014
14. A Precept 4/25/2014
15. A Psalm To The Best Beloved 4/29/2014
16. A Sierran Sunrise 4/29/2014
17. A Song From Hell 5/5/2014
18. A Song Of Dreams 5/5/2014
19. A Sunset (As) 5/6/2014
20. A Sunset (Far) 5/6/2014
21. A Valediction 5/14/2014
22. A Vision Of Lucifer 5/14/2014
23. Abandoned Plum-Orchard 1/13/2014
24. Adjuration 1/13/2014
25. Adventure 1/13/2014
26. After Armageddon 1/13/2014
27. Aftermath Of Mining Days 1/13/2014
28. Afterwards 1/13/2014
29. Alexandrines 1/13/2014
30. Alienage 1/13/2014
31. 'All Is Dross That Is Not Helena' 1/13/2014
32. Almost Anything 1/13/2014
33. Alternative 1/13/2014
34. Amithaine 1/13/2014
35. Amor 1/13/2014
36. Amor Aeternalis 1/13/2014
37. Amor Autumnalis 1/13/2014
38. Amor Hesternalis 1/13/2014
39. An Oriental Song 5/26/2014
40. Anodyne Of Autumn 1/13/2014

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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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Adventure

Let us leave the hateful town
With its stale, forgotten lies;
Far beneath renewing skies,
Where the piny slope goes down,
All with April love and laughter—
None to leer and none to frown—
We shall pass and follow after
Shattered lace of waters spun
On a steep and stony loom

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