Monday, March 30, 2020


Read "Ode" at The Eldritch Dark:

This ode from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) presents a beautiful image of of faery splendor, all in tribute to an unnamed love.  The language is wonderfully fluid and musical, especially right in the middle of the work:

To vanish ere that sultry autumn hour
When the pale grapes are heavy with such wine
As fays of the north might drink
In elfin revelry,
Dancing beneath the ghostly, fluttered gold
Of birches...

The very first line "Your name is like the opening of a flow'r" meets a logical closure beginning with the section quoted above, making the entire a poem a tribute to the transitory memory of a dear one remembered.

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