I have finished off Sterling's The Thirst of Satan, which was generally quite an excellent read; a few of the pieces were minor, but several in there are wonderful examples of fantastic verse, showing how powerful he could be; and no few were simply exquisite pieces of dream, eeriness, and those wispy, elusive moods and images which flit across the mind now and again, never to be fully recaptured.
I've also finished the first section in vol. 1 of the Complete Poetry and Translations of Clark Ashton Smith, though here I had to take things a bit more slowly... Smith's verse often has the same tendency for me as that of William Blake: if I read very much of it at one go, I get drunk as a lord, without the aid of alcohol.... I still cannot imagine a youth of 16-18 years writing some of this stuff; it is simply amazing, and at times quite literally takes one's breath away. Oh, for more poets of the fantastic of this caliber....
Am now taking a tiny bit of a break to revisit de Camp's biography of Lovecraft, combined with a reading of my facsimile edition of the first issue of Alfred Galpin's amateur journal, The Philosopher (December, 1920), which contained the original publication of Lovecraft's "Polaris", as well as much other material of interest....