Duality (Clark Ashton Smith Poems)
Thy soul is like a secret garden-close,Where roots of cleft rnandragoras enwreathe;Where bergamot and fumitory breathe,And ivy winds its tower ...
Thy soul is like a secret garden-close,Where roots of cleft rnandragoras enwreathe;Where bergamot and fumitory breathe,And ivy winds its tower ...
Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at meWhen I pluck them;And writhe and twist,And strangle themselves against my fingers,So ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
"Gabble-gabble,. brethren,. gabble-gabble!" My window frames forest and heather. I hardly hear the tuneful babble, Not knowing nor much caring ...
If tired of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn, To a slope ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
You could die for it-- love, or refuse it altogether and know nothing except the urgency of youth. Men have ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
"the cure of souls." Henry James The radiant soda of the seashore fashions Fun, foam and freedom. The sea laves ...
(After Rilke) The city floats no longer like a bait To hook the nimble darting summer days. The glazed and ...
Lolling on a bank of thyme Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme. . . . Though peoples perish in ...
How often have I started out With no thought in my noodle, And wandered here and there about, Where fancy ...
Have you forgotten yet?... For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at ...
When roaring gloom surged inward and you cried, Groping for friendly hands, and clutched, and died, Like racing smoke, swift ...
Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the ...
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
UPON thy purple mat thy body bare Is fine and limber like a tender tree. The motion of thy supple ...
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