“The Star-Treader” by Clark Ashton Smith

Categorically weird poetry.
-The Voice before the Void

“The Star-Treader”

Clark Ashton Smith

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A voice cried to me in a dawn of dreams,
Saying, “Make haste: the webs of death and birth
Are brushed away, and all the threads of earth
Wear to the breaking; spaceward gleams Continue reading

“The Garden of Love” by William Blake

Sex vs. religion, per Blake.
⁓The Voice before the Void

“The Garden of Love”

William Blake

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And “Thou shalt not” writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.