Clark Ashton Smith


Clark Ashton Smith Poems

561. To Omar Khayyam 5/6/2014
562. To One Absent 5/6/2014
563. To The Beloved 5/6/2014
564. To The Chimera 5/6/2014
565. To The Daemon Of Sublimity 5/6/2014
566. To The Darkness 5/6/2014
567. To The Morning Star 5/6/2014
568. To The Nightshade 5/6/2014
569. To The Sun 5/6/2014
570. To Whom It May Concern 5/6/2014
571. Tolometh 5/14/2014
572. Touch 5/14/2014
573. Town Lights 5/14/2014
574. Transcendence 5/14/2014
575. Triple Aspect 5/14/2014
576. Trope 5/14/2014
577. Tryst At Lobos 5/14/2014
578. Twilight On The Snow 5/14/2014
579. Twilight Song 5/14/2014
580. Two Myths And A Fable 5/14/2014
581. Un Paysage Paîen 4/25/2014
582. Une Vie Spectrale 5/14/2014
583. Unicorn 5/14/2014
584. Union 5/14/2014
585. Untold Arabian Fable 5/14/2014
586. Vaticinations 5/14/2014
587. Venus 5/14/2014
588. Vultures Come To The Ambarvalia 5/14/2014
589. Warning 5/14/2014
590. Water-Fight 5/14/2014
591. Water-Hemlock 5/14/2014
592. We Shall Meet 5/14/2014
593. Weavings 5/14/2014
594. Where Do You Sleep, Eldorado? 3/24/2014
595. Where? 5/17/2014
596. White Death 5/17/2014
597. Willow-Cutting In Autumn 5/17/2014
598. Windows At Lamplighting Time 5/17/2014
599. Wind-Ripples 5/17/2014
600. Wine Of Summer 5/17/2014

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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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