Seer of the Cycles

Clark Ashton Smith

I am that saint uncanonized,who saw
the copulation of the toad-like stones
and spawning of the seer, sun-mumbled bones
to golden efts and flowers without flaw.
The clouds were squared to temples of the Law,
the clouds were sphered to pandemonian thrones.
Out of the beaked and feathered telephones
There came the falcon s cry, the raven s caw.

Riding the inland sunset rose anew
triremes of Carthage and Columbian sails
convoyed by sirens with their fan-like fins.
Over the mountains a mad tortoise flew,
spouted upon by levitating whales
that in the zenith hung like Zeppelins.

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Printed on: November 25, 2017