Immortelle Poem by Clark Ashton Smith
Immortelle
Her love is like an autumn flow'r,
An immortelle with petals wide,
Risen beside the vine-wrought bow'r,
Whose red leaves, loosened hour by hour,
Pass on the airs of eventide....
On some lost wind the loves that were
In the bleak night are blown away;
But the white memory of her
Endures amid the sigh and stir
Of all dead dreams of yesterday.
Monday, April 14, 2014
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Clark Ashton Smith
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/18/2024 7:13:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
