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 ...
The March house, strangely, was built in a tree, With a fluttering roof of leaves, And strong, straight boughs for the walls ...
I. The husband's. She's not a faultless woman; no! She's not an angel in disguise: She has her rivals here below: She's not an ...
DEAR old road, wheel-worn and broken, Winding through the forest green,Barred with shadows and with sunshine, Misty vistas drawn between.Grim, scarred bluegums ...
Fruit without a stone, its shiny pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny black microdot seeds. Skin the color of khakiImagine a shaggy brown-green pelt that ...
Grotesque and queerly huddledContortionists to twistThe sleepy soul to a sleep,We lie all sorts of waysAnd cannot sleep.The wet wind ...
Dear old road, wheel-worn and broken, Winding thro' the forest green, Barred with shadow and with sunshine, Misty ...
Canst thou love me, lady? I've not learn'd to woo: Thou art on the ...
nobody loved thishe)with itsof eye stuckinto a rock offorehead.Nobodylovedbig that quicksharpthick snake of avoice theserootlike legsorfeethands;nobodyever could everhad love loved ...
The Way that lovers use is this; They bow, catch hands, with never a word, And their lips meet, and ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
Out here there are no hearthstones, Hot grains, simply. It is dry, dry. And the air dangerous. Noonday acts queerly ...
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