Wednesday, August 29, 2018

The Falling Leaves

Here's another short poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) not published in his lifetime and not available on The Eldritch Dark.  So here's the text itself:

The leaves are falling, gold and red,
          About the old and dying year,
Making a couch for feet and head.
          Ah, who could wish a richer bier!

Simple and straightforward, but I like the idea of a dignified exit inspired by the change of the seasons late in the year.  Many of the verses that I have read so far by CAS are strongly rooted in the cycles of the natural world.  That's not uncommon in English poetry in general, but I think CAS handles these themes extraordinarily well.  

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