Poems by Clark Ashton Smith

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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