The Dragon-Fly Poem by Clark Ashton Smith

The Dragon-Fly

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By the clear green river,
One afternoon in early autumn,
A dragon-fly with crimson wings alit
On the white thigh of my belovèd;
And, ever since it flew,
More fully have I known the loveliness
And the transiency of days;
And love and beauty burn within me
Like the piled leaves of blood and amber
That burn at autumn's ending.

Monday, March 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,river,wings
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