Clark Ashton Smith


Clark Ashton Smith Poems

361. September 4/29/2014
362. Sepulture 4/29/2014
363. Sestet 4/29/2014
364. Shadow Of Nightmare 4/29/2014
365. Shadows 4/29/2014
366. Shapes In The Sunset 4/29/2014
367. Shipwrecked's Island 4/14/2014
368. Silent Hour 4/29/2014
369. Sinbad, It Was Not Well To Brag 5/5/2014
370. Slaughter-House In Spring 5/5/2014
371. Slaughter-House Pasture 5/5/2014
372. Snake, Owl, Cat Or Hawk 5/5/2014
373. Snowfall On Acacia 5/5/2014
374. Soliloquy In An Ebon Tower 5/5/2014
375. Solution 5/5/2014
376. Some Blind Eidolon 5/5/2014
377. Someone 5/5/2014
378. Somnus 5/5/2014
379. Song (I) 5/5/2014
380. Song (Vagrant) 5/5/2014
381. Song At Evenfall 5/5/2014
382. Song Of Sappho's Arabian Daughter 5/5/2014
383. Song Of The Necromancer 5/5/2014
384. Song To Oblivion 5/5/2014
385. Sonnet (Empress) 5/5/2014
386. Sonnet (Green) 5/5/2014
387. Sonnet (How) 5/5/2014
388. Sonnet For The Psychoanalysts 5/5/2014
389. Souvenance 5/5/2014
390. Spectral Life 5/5/2014
391. Sphinx And Medusa 5/5/2014
392. Spring Nunnery 5/5/2014
393. Storm's End 5/6/2014
394. Stormy Afterglow 5/6/2014
395. Strange Girl 5/6/2014
396. Strangeness 5/6/2014
397. Sufficiency 5/6/2014
398. Suggestion 5/6/2014
399. Sunset Over Farm-Land 5/6/2014
400. Supplication 5/6/2014

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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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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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