Saturday, March 28, 2020


Read "October" at The Eldritch Dark:

This dark poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) creates a beautiful metaphor around the onset of winter and the weight of oppressive memories:

I would the mounded snow of mountains hyperborean
Were heaped upon your latest ember, quenching it!
In some tremendous world of ice, or world marmorean,
I would entomb for aye my fevers infinite:—
Yea, well it were to lie in frozen sleep unlit
Beneath the mounded snow of mountains hyperborean.

There is an obvious sadness in these lines, but also a recognition of the beauty of the season: "Your distant vales are blue as Aidenn".  Even as I am reading "October" in March, I nonetheless recall the particular sensations of which it speaks, so familiar in the last days before winter's grip takes hold.

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