Tuesday, March 5, 2019

The Winds

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.

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