Monday, October 22, 2018

The Future

This is the final installment in a series of three related quatrains by the young Clark Ashton Smith (CAS):

Albeit we plant the Future's seed each day
          Potent with fate each thought, and word, and deed
          We know not what shall spring from that hidden seed.
Rank thistles or red roses--who can say?

In the preceding poem "The Present", CAS ended with the phrase "the Future's unlit gloom."  That ending did not seem to portend well for the Future, but in the present poem the author has a more dispassionate view, acknowledging that the Future might hold good things or bad things.  

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