Clark Ashton Smith


Clark Ashton Smith Poems

41. Antepast 1/13/2014
42. Anteros 1/13/2014
43. Apologia 1/13/2014
44. Apostrophe 1/13/2014
45. Arabesque 1/13/2014
46. Artemis 1/13/2014
47. Ashes Of Sunset 1/13/2014
48. At Sunrise 1/13/2014
49. Atlantis 1/13/2014
50. Attar Of The Past 1/13/2014
51. August 1/13/2014
52. Autumn Orchards 1/21/2014
53. Autumnal 1/21/2014
54. Autumn's Pall 1/21/2014
55. Ave Atque Vale 1/21/2014
56. Averoigne 1/21/2014
57. Averted Malefice 1/21/2014
58. Avowal 1/21/2014
59. Bacchante 1/21/2014
60. Basin In Boulder 1/21/2014
61. Beauty Implacable 1/21/2014
62. Bed Of Mint 1/21/2014
63. Bedouin Song 1/21/2014
64. Before Dawn 1/27/2014
65. Before Sunrise 1/27/2014
66. Belated Love 1/27/2014
67. Benares 1/27/2014
68. Berries Of The Deadly Nightshade 1/27/2014
69. Beyond The Door 1/27/2014
70. Beyond The Great Wall 1/27/2014
71. Bird Of Long Ago 1/27/2014
72. Bond 1/27/2014
73. Borderland 1/27/2014
74. Borderland 1/27/2014
75. Boys Rob A Yellow-Hammer's Nest 1/27/2014
76. Boys Telling Bawdy Tales 1/27/2014
77. Brumal 1/27/2014
78. Builder Of Deserted Hearth 1/27/2014
79. But Grant, O Venus 1/27/2014
80. Calendar 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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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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