"Smith, Clark Ashton - The Hashish Eater" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Clark Ashton) With ease ineffable the countless thrones
Of all the gods that are or gods to be, And bear the seats of Asmodai and Set Above the seventh paradise. Supreme In culminant omniscience manifold, And served by senses multitudinous, Far-posted on the shifting walls of time, With eyes that roam the star-unwinnowed fields Of utter night and chaos, I convoke The Babel of their visions, and attend At once their myriad witness. I behold In Ombos, where the fallen Titans dwell, With mountain-builded walls, and gulfs for moat, The secret cleft that cunning dwarves have dug Beneath an alp-like buttress; and I list, Too late, the clam of adamantine gongs Dinned by their drowsy guardians, whose feet Have fell the wasp-like sting of little knives Embrued With slobber of the basilisk Or the pail Juice of wounded upas. In Some red Antarean garden-world, I see The sacred flower with lips of purple flesh, And silver-Lashed, vermilion-lidded eyes At moonless eve in terror seek to slay With bubbling grails of sacrificial blood That hide a hueless poison. And I read Upon the tongue of a forgotten sphinx, The annulling word a spiteful demon wrote In gall of slain chimeras; and I know What pentacles the lunar wizards use, That once allured the gulf-returning roc, With ten great wings of furlиd storm, to pause Midmost an alabaster mount; and there, With boulder-weighted webs of dragons' gut Uplift by cranes a captive giant built, They wound the monstrous, moonquake-throbbing bird, And plucked from off his saber-taloned feet Uranian sapphires fast in frozen blood, And amethysts from Mars. I lean to read With slant-lipped mages, in an evil star, The monstrous archives of a war that ran Through wasted eons, and the prophecy Of wars renewed, which shall commemorate Some enmity of wivern-headed kings Even to the brink of time. I know the blooms Of bluish fungus, freaked with mercury, That bloat within the creators of the moon, |
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