Nemesis (Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems)
Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, ...
Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, ...
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
Lie in the dark and listen,It's clear tonight so they're flying highHundreds of them, thousands perhaps,Riding the icy, moonlight sky.Men, ...
Twelve years old and lovesick, bumblingand terrified for the first time in my life,but strangely hopeful, too, and stunned,definitely stunned-I ...
Crows croak standing in a circle, dogs fight,With terrified, hysterical voicesTreetops squeal as they toss in the wind,And you lie ...
Aunt Rose-now-might I see you with your thin face and buck tooth smile and pain ...
1Meandering abroad in the Lincolnshire meadows dayDay and day a month perhaps, lying at night lonely,The early September evening administering ...
The worlds are breaking in my headBlown by the brainless windThat comes from afarSwollen with dusk and dustAnd hysterical rainThe ...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
My enemy my friend whom I know without compromise, when I listened to the deconstructions avowed of you as your ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
I Around me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by ...
(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow. Of poets ...
I thought of my 'faculty of poetry' As of the eye The bream or white-bait showed In its hysterical dance ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
Athens, Greece, August 25, 2004 Gold-Medal Gal of Israel By Sharon Esther Lampert (The Sexist Creative Genius in Human History) ...
The pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters Something which sets the black poplars ashake with ...
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