Bird of Long Ago (Clark Ashton Smith Poems)
All that I rememberFrom a dim and verdant springLong deadIs, that one bright mouche of redPatched a blackbird's wing.(Clark Ashton ...
All that I rememberFrom a dim and verdant springLong deadIs, that one bright mouche of redPatched a blackbird's wing.(Clark Ashton ...
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
The bird with the dark plumes in my blood, That never for one moment however I patched my truces Consented ...
Your grace oh Lord, poured out, a libation for the world shared through a willing vessel not matter that it ...
The potter shapes the clay each one a precious creature unique and set apart known from before forming from within ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
When Joe Dove took his elephants out on the road He made each one hold fast with his trunk To ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
I lived among great houses, Riches drove out rank, Base drove out the better blood, And mind and body shrank. ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
This present tragedy will eventually turn into myth, and in the mist of that later telling the bell tolling now ...
Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun, Depths of the azure eastern sky between, Plains where the poplar-bordered highways run, Patched ...
I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
I Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent Of summer gardens; these can bring you all Those dreams that in ...
I PITIED one whose tattered dress Was patched, and stained with dust and rain; He smiled on me; I could ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
It was not meant for human eyes, That combat on the shabby patch Of clods and trampled turf that lies ...
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to ...
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