Fungi From Yuggoth (Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems)
I. The BookThe place was dark and dusty and half-lostIn tangles of old alleys near the quays,Reeking of strange things ...
I. The BookThe place was dark and dusty and half-lostIn tangles of old alleys near the quays,Reeking of strange things ...
Let us gohumming a tune,putting on our sneakers.The gentle lady of Itabashi1-- the edge of her kimono-- clouds, golden-- green ...
<i>1. The Enigma of Arrival</i>We are nude beneath our costumesas in the false myths we have been forcedto memorizeand there ...
Loving another, yet she married my father.That other portrait faded with the years.From her album paged in musty velvetShimmered forth ...
I dwelt in the corridors of come and goIn the boundless dismay of tacky coloursNothing's still true, no sun splits ...
I dwelt in the corridors of come and goIn the boundless dismay of tacky coloursNothing's still true, no sun splits ...
I do not ask for youth, nor for delayin the rising of time's irreversible riverthat takes the jewelled arc of ...
They turn the key in the door, take outtheir old, well-hidden letters,read them quietly, then dragtheir feet a final time.Their ...
The street is waiting for the night.All is history and silence.The trees along the walkare asleep along the sky.And the ...
To dieTo die with body and soul.Completely.To die without leaving the sad remains of the flesh,the bloodless wax mask,surrounded by ...
Higher than nightingale's songAlbanian language resounds to meMore than bluebell's scent ever can,it comforts my heart restlessly.Among other lands and ...
Also to the slave a humble grave A moan comes from nostalgia: Only one tear runs upon it From compassion ...
Cities burn behind us; the lake glitters. A tall loudspeaker is announcing prizes; Another, by the lake, the times of ...
To-day I took old rhymes that I had written. And read them through, each one unto the end:When with a ...
This poem is not addressed to you. You may come into it briefly, But no one will find you here, ...
This poem is not addressed to you. You may come into it briefly, But no one will find you here, ...
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude. You are far away too, oh farther than anyone. Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving ...
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