Duality By Clark Ashton Smith

Duality By Clark Ashton Smith Thy soul is like a secret garden-close, Where roots of cleft rnandragoras enwreathe; Where bergamot and fumitory breathe, And ivy winds its tower with the rose. The lolling weeds of Lethe, green or wan, Exhale their fatal languors on the light; From out infernal grails of aconite Poisons and dews […]

In Saturn By Clark Ashton Smith

In Saturn By Clark Ashton Smith Upon the seas of Saturn I have sailed To isles of high primeval amarant, Where the flame-tongued, sonorous flowers enchant The hanging surf to silence; all engrailed With ruby-colored pearls, the golden shore Allured me; but as one whom spells restrain, For blind horizons of the somber main And […]

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The Years Restored By Clark Ashton Smith

The Years Restored By Clark Ashton Smith I said: Their thunders are forever dumb: Time and the sun find not that former might, Kings have not thrones and kingdoms in the Night – Who sit with tarnished crowns and fingers numb, Dropping the sceptre. Of the Past’s great sum, Our hands reach but the symbols […]

The Mirrors Of Beauty By Clark Ashton Smith

The Mirrors Of Beauty By Clark Ashton Smith Beauty has many mirrors to ensphere Her presence or her passing: orbs of dew; Far-flooding Amazons with margents new; The narrowing circlet of the desert mere; Deep wells on which the ruby planets rear; Blades from Damascus; gems of Xanadu; And pools that hold a falcon-hovered blue […]

Wizard’s Love By Clark Ashton Smith

Wizard’s Love By Clark Ashton Smith O perfect love, unhoped-for, past despair! I had not thought to find Your face betwixt the terrene earth and air: But deemed you lost in fabulous old lands And rose-lit years to darkness long resigned. O child, you cannot know What magic and what miracles you bring Within your […]

After Armageddon By Clark Ashton Smith

After Armageddon By Clark Ashton Smith God walks lightly in the gardens of a cold, dark star, Knowing not the dust that gathers in His garments’ fold; God signs Him with the clay, marks Him with the mould, Walking in the fields unsunned of a sad, lost war, Copyright © by the owner. Discover More […]