Seer of the Cycles

Read "Seer of the Cycles" at The Eldritch Dark:

http://www.eldritchdark.com/writings/poetry/493/seer-of-the-cycles

This poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) provided the title for one Roy Squires' letterpress editions of CAS' poetry published in 1976.  

This work has an hallucinatory quality, seemingly inspired by musings on the shapes and the movements of clouds.  Beyond the vivid imagery, it has a shapeless feel to it, lacking a central motif or idea, which is quite uncommon for CAS' work in verse.  It feels very much like the result of a pleasant day spent lying in the grass and watching the clouds float by overhead!  

Nada

Read "Nada" at The Eldritch Dark:

http://www.eldritchdark.com/writings/poetry/360/nada

The version of this poem at The Eldritch Dark has a significant typo in the fifth line; the correct wording is shown below:

upon this sepulture adust and bare,

The poem's title is the Spanish word for "Nothing".

The theme of "Nada" could be expressed as the persistence of memory, even to the point that it becomes a curse for one who would rather forget.  The closing sestet is practically a complete poem all by itself, with a dark music reminiscent of the verse of Edgar Allan Poe:

Oblivion's river flows in other lands

than this where memory feeds a mordant spring:

the walking dead beseech with parching hands

the cool, far shadow of the raven's wing;

and, leaning from the mouldered bed of lust,

love's skeleton writes Nada in the dust.

There is a deep, grim finality to these lines, an acceptance that something great has been lost.  The love that was will never be again, and leaves little but bitterness and regret in its wake.  Clark Ashton Smith was approaching the age of sixty when he wrote "Nada", and a lifetime of experience speaks boldly through these lines.

In Time of Absence

Here's another poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) that was unpublished in his lifetime, and is not available on The Eldritch Dark, so here's the complete text:

Why come you not, as formerly you came, 
Bringing the wine-jug and the loaf of bread?

Have you forgot the kisses without stint,

The hair disheveled, and the tumbled bed?

What is it comes between and keeps you far,

While the stars change and chapless moons grow old,

While the green grasses whiten, and their seeds

Fall pale and parching on the rainless wold?

Silence and sunderance, with serpent fangs,

Would put their furtive poison in my blood;

I tear distorted masks of doubt, that fold

Your image with a false similitude.

I know the stifling horror of loneliness --

A horror that you too, my dear, have known:

In the dusty path conducting to my door

There are no other footprints than my own.

Among many poems of love that CAS wrote over his career, this one stands out for its stark recollection of the good days past and the darker days of the present.  A passionate affair is recalled in the first stanza, only for the rest of the poem to give way to regrets over what once was, but is no more.  The closing lines are particularly devastating:

In the dusty path conducting to my door
There are no other footprints than my own.

Although the beauty of "In Time of Absence" has a melancholy nature, it is nonetheless a remarkably effective poem.  I cannot help but be surprised that CAS did not choose to include this one in either of the Arkham House collections of his poetry that were published during his lifetime.

STYES WITH SPIRES

Here is another poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) that was unpublished in his lifetime, and is not available on The Eldritch Dark, so the complete text follows.  Note that both the title and the body of the poem were written in all capital letters in the surviving manuscript.

A PIG PREFERS TO ROOT IN MIRE,
A ROSE THRIVES WITH ITS ROOTS IN MUCK:
AND GOD, THE COINER, THRU THE FIRE,
PUTS MAN TO TEST THE COIN HE'S STRUCK.

DROSS WITH THE GOLD!  BUT WHY REPINE?
HIGH DEEDS MAY BLEND WITH LOW DESIRES.
ROAST PORK IS GOOD, A ROSE DIVINE.
SO LET US BUILD OUR STYES WITH SPIRES.

In the Hippocampus Press edition of The Complete Poetry and Translations of Clark Ashton Smith, editors S. T. Joshi and David E. Schultz describe this work as "A parody of modern poetry."  That seems to be a reasonable assertion, especially given CAS' choice to present the poem exclusively in capital letters, thus commenting on the tendency of modernist poetry to experiment with odd line spacings, page formatting, etc.  

"STYES WITH SPIRES" is most certainly a very minor effort from the Bard of Auburn, and it's no surprise he chose not to publish this one.

The Song of Songs

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

Purest aroma, and amber exquisite
Savorous honey that the bees have sucked;

The immaculate whiteness of the fleece of sheep;

The sanguine freshness of pomegranate-flowers,

The curling petals of the perfume iris,

eyes filled with ____ and ardor, vermilion n__ntels

Kisses of fire; amorous complaint

Caresses of the lover and the beloved

fruition of delight; fountain of life;

reflection cast by ____ luminaries;

intensest passion, born interiorly;

the celestial hymn that opens from human hearts...

such images the saddened soul will dream 

at any mention of the Song of Songs.

As seen in the text above, there are some gaps in the manuscript, indicating that this poem was a left in an incomplete state by the author.

It's unusual to find a poem from CAS that directly references a Biblical text.  And yet given the very earthy nature of the Song of Songs (aka Song of Solomon), it's not necessarily surprising to find that CAS would be inspired by this particular work.  His own metaphorical language echoes that of the King James version, part of which reads:

Behold, thou art fair, my love;
Behold, thou art fair;
Thou hast doves' eyes
Within thy locks:
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That appear from mount Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn,
Which came up from the washing;
Whereof every one bear twins,
And none is barren among them.

CAS' own incomplete poem is a rather minor work from his poetic corpus, but interesting nonetheless as a reminder of his great knowledge of classical source texts, including The Bible itself.

Secret Worship

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

Veiled is the altar, and the liturgy

is undivulged, and undivulged the vows.

The fire no vestal builds or keeps

consumes its smoke in burning,

flames not outward;

low-fuming are the censers;

discreet, the sacrifice 

contains itself, nor bleeds for eyes profane;

and the soft-beaten psaltries 

are stilly toned as is the twilight bat.

Goddess, thou goest cowled,

though not as does the chaste and sober nun.

Dark as the Cloven Hill thy hidden shrine,

thy nakedness

revealed alone to inward-shining lamps

and to thy worshipper.

This poem has a highly-charged erotic subtext, so perfectly developed that I'm surprised CAS didn't choose to include this verse in either of the Arkham House collections of his poetry that were issued in his lifetime.  It's a wonderful example of how CAS could use the trappings of the weird and the supernatural to express sentiments that had nothing to do with ghosts and goblins.

Lives of the Saints

This short 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:

(with no apologies to Ogden Nash)

Little find we that is fiery

In the monkish old papyri.

History affords no highlight

On the love-life of the Stylite.

The poem's almost-dedication explicitly references Ogden Nash, the popular writer of humorous verse who was a contemporary of CAS.  Many of Ogden's poems were written in the form of single-stanza quatrains, and CAS adopted that same form for "Lives of the Saints".  

Ogden's poem "The Ostrich" is a good example of his typical approach to light verse:

The ostrich roams the great Sahara.

Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra.

It has such long and lofty legs,

I’m glad it sits to lay its eggs.

I love how CAS mimics Nash's humorous approach to his subject matter, but given that "Lives of the Saints" comes from the pen of the Star-Treader himself, it's hardly surprising that the poem has a somewhat less "crowd pleasing" nature, and even manages to references the Stylites, those religious ascetics who made their homes on the tops of pillars.  The erotic subtext of "Lives of the Saints" makes an interesting comparison to CAS' poem "Two on a Pillar", which I blogged about last month:

https://www.desertdweller.net/2022/02/two-on-pillar.html