Amor Autumnalis (Clark Ashton Smith Poems)
My love is the flame of an unfading autumn,It is the flare of unconsuming leavesIn an ecstasy of halcyonian space ...
My love is the flame of an unfading autumn,It is the flare of unconsuming leavesIn an ecstasy of halcyonian space ...
A cool wind took me by the hand And led me on beguilingly, Until before me, broad and bland, ...
I know her not by fallen leaves Or resting heaps of hay; Or by the sheathing ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
Bricks of the wall, so much older than the house - taken I think from a farm pulled down when ...
the sky sinks its blue teeth into the mountains. Rising on pure will (the lurch & lift-off, the sudden swing ...
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
( I ) for 'JC' of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
THE WALK TO THE PARADISE GARDENS 1 Bonfire Night beckoned us to the bridge By Saint Hilda's where we started ...
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése La nuit s'ouvre, l'orage, accouplement mauve, boursouflure. Le ciel chargè comme un bateau marchand jette l'ancre. ...
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. Night opens to the storm, a mauve coupling, swollen. The sky, laden ...
By parents I would not be pinned, Nor in my home abide, For I was wanton as the wind And ...
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...
Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused ...
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