Poems by Clark Ashton Smith

Poems by Clark Ashton Smith

Afterwards, by Clark Ashton Smith

There is a silence in the world
Since we have said farewell;
And beauty with an alien speech
...

Atlantis, by Clark Ashton Smith

Above its domes the gulfs accumulate.
Far up, the sea-gales blare their bitter screed:
But he...

Ave Atque Vale, by Clark Ashton Smith

Black dreams; the pale and sorrowful desire,
Whose eyes have looked on Lethe, and have seen,
...

Behind Each Thing a Shadow Lies, by Clark Ashton Smith

Behind each thing a shadow lies,
Beauty hath e'er its cost,
Under the moonlight-flooded skies...

Belated Love, by Clark Ashton Smith

Ah, woe is me, for Love hath lain asleep,
Hath lain too long in some Morphean close--
Till o...

A Dead City, by Clark Ashton Smith

Twilight ascends the abandoned ramps of noon
Within an ancient land, whose after-time
Unfathom...

The Eldritch Dark, by Clark Ashton Smith

Now as the twilight's doubtful interval
Closes with night's accomplished certainty,
A wizard w...

Flamingoes, by Clark Ashton Smith

On skies of tropic evening, broad and beryl-green,
Above a tranquil sea of molten malachite,
...

In the Wind, by Clark Ashton Smith

Lo, in the wind what legions pass,
Phantom, innumerable, fleet!
Watching, I dream their pa...

Medusa, by Clark Ashton Smith

As drear and barren as the glooms of Death,
It lies, a windless land of livid dawns,
Nude to...

The Medusa of Despair, by Clark Ashton Smith

I may not mask forever with the grace
Of woven flow'rs thine eyes of staring stone;
Ere fatall...

The Melancholy Pool, by Clark Ashton Smith

Marked by the priesthood of the Night's misrule,
The shadow-cowled, imprecatory trees--
Cypre...

The Ministers of Law, by Clark Ashton Smith

The glories and the perils of thy day
Are one, O Man! Thou goes to thine end
With Pow'rs, and...

The Nemesis of Suns, by Clark Ashton Smith

Lo, what are these, the gyres of sun and world,
Fulfilled with daylight by each toiling sun--...

The Nereid, by Clark Ashton Smith

Her face the sinking stars desire;
Unto her place the slow deeps bring
Shadow of errant winds ...