Basin in Boulder (Clark Ashton Smith Poems)
In the boulder's topThe time-hollowed basinFills with rain, drop by drop.(Clark Ashton Smith)
In the boulder's topThe time-hollowed basinFills with rain, drop by drop.(Clark Ashton Smith)
There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the ...
1913 These are our regulations-- There's just one law for the Scout And the first and the last, and the ...
To be an ape in little of the mountain-making mother Like swarthy Cheops, but my own hands For only slaves, ...
i i shall die yearning a hand reaching out to a face that isn't there a face seeking a hand ...
Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of ...
I -- A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
To Struga Festival Golden Wreath Laureates & International Bards 1986 Stand up against governments, against God. Stay irresponsible. Say only ...
From art to law from beauty to pain a life with twists and turns bringing him home and bringing him ...
Play that my knee was a calico mare Saddled and bridled for Bumpville; Leap to the back of this steed, ...
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover ...
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it And spills the upper boulder in ...
Deep into spring, winter is hanging on. Bitter and skillful in his hopelessness, he stays alive in every shady place, ...
When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
Encircled by her arms as by a shell, she hears her being murmur, while forever he endures the outrage of ...
A mile behind is Gloucester town Where the flishing fleets put in, A mile ahead the land dips down And ...
My thanks, friends of the County Scientific Association, For this modest boulder, And its little tablet of bronze. Twice I ...
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