Read "We Shall Meet" at The Eldritch Dark:
Over the last several days, I've read a number of love poems from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS), not all of which spoke to me in any way. But with "We Shall Meet" things seem to be getting back on track:
From the tomb
Love shall rise
Mutely, in a specter's fashion,
To the seeming
Lamps for ever bleak and ashen
Of our necromantic eyes.
This mixture of the weird and the romantic reveals CAS' greatest strengths as a poet, twisting supernatural elements around earthly experiences in a manner that is both dark and enticing at the same time.