Monday, March 9, 2020

In Autumn

This poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) was not published in his lifetime, and is not available on The Eldritch Dark, so here's the complete text:

Erstwhile, for beauty's tattered gold,
          I have the forfeit tear,
          But now the orchard-lighting year 
Has found a heart forlorn and cold.

Though poplars take the passing flame,
          And fling it on the windy skies,
          I listen, hushed with lone surmise,
To hear a half-remembered name.

I've recently read several autumn-themed poems by CAS, and this one seems like a rather minor entry in that vein.  

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