The Orchid of Beauty (Clark Ashton Smith Poems)
Beauty, thou orchid of immortal bloom,Sprung from the fire and dust of perished spheres,How art thou tall in these autumnal ...
Beauty, thou orchid of immortal bloom,Sprung from the fire and dust of perished spheres,How art thou tall in these autumnal ...
When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, ...
My seeds planted not in my yard planting them ever in your garden, oh Lord Not for my sustenance but ...
Living in the vine, connected, to its strength to the love, life-giving succor sustenance of the vine feeding the branches, ...
We are the dogs, the unclean, the animals, the outsiders Not the children, the chosen ones for whom he came. ...
We walk silently, hands cupped rising to receive the bread, dip into the wine, the living symbol of his blood, ...
He spoke metaphorically so should we eat knowing that the bread is his body that the grape juice his blood ...
A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent Visits cursed his Patient's Bed; Enquiring, how he did ...
A World made penniless by that departure Of minor fabrics begs But sustenance is of the spirit The Gods but ...
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
I have been spiritually poisoned by the unclean, in ignorance blessed their springs. In consequence I withered and drifted down ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
WHAT you give me, I cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money-these, as I rendezvous ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
(Time Night. Scene the woods.) Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bend My weary way? thus worn with ...
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail, She looked so limp and bedraggled, So foolish and trusting, ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, ...
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