Read "To Whom It May Concern" at The Eldritch Dark:
This poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) feels quite bitter, and reminds me of his longer poem "The Doom of America" which I read earlier this year. Both poems are written in blank verse and do not use any sort of regular meter, which suggests that both poems are somewhat unfinished, capturing particular moods of the poet without a great deal of re-work to bring them into a publishable state.
However, "To Whom It May Concern" uses a much less formal tone than "The Doom of America", making the sentiments expressed in it a little more raw. While "To Whom It May Concern" is not a particularly notable poem, it is interesting to experience the unguarded emotion expressed in these lines, as a poetic soul lashes out at unnamed persons who are accused of lacking imagination and a sense of wonder.