The grass too we truncate
Into flat uniform monotonous lawns.

And man must amputate himself and his fellows
To fit the Procrustean beds,
To pass beneath the low lintels
And along the cramped ways
Of conformity.

(C) Clark Ashton Smith
04/30/2019


Best Poems of Clark Ashton Smith

• Medusa
• The City Of The Titans
• Perseus And Medusa
• Artemis
• Lamia
• The Eldritch Dark
• Before Dawn
• To Whom It May Concern
• You Are Not Beautiful
• The Maze Of Sleep
• Sufficiency
• The Monacle
• Mirrors
• The Burden Of The Suns
• Bed Of Mint
• Fallen Grape-leaf
• Strangeness
• In Saturn
• Dead Love
• Desolation