Read "The Winds" at The Eldritch Dark:
This poem by Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) strikes me as a sort of invocation of ecstasy, and perhaps even an embrace of the spirit of chaos. The second stanza is particularly expressive:
More dear to me the shadowed world,
Where, with report of tempest rife,
The air intensifies with life,
Than quiet fields of summer's gold.
The use of the wind as a metaphor for the poet's larger subject is both obvious and effective at the same time, since anyone who has experienced the physical impact of a gale can well understand the associations CAS is exploiting in these lines.
More dear to me the shadowed world,
Where, with report of tempest rife,
The air intensifies with life,
Than quiet fields of summer's gold.
The use of the wind as a metaphor for the poet's larger subject is both obvious and effective at the same time, since anyone who has experienced the physical impact of a gale can well understand the associations CAS is exploiting in these lines.
No comments:
Post a Comment