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 ...
Out of the Latin Quarter I came to the lofty doorWhere the two marble Sphinxes guard The Pavilion de Flore.Two Cockneys stood ...
Is it peace,Is it a philosopher's honeymoon, one findsOn the dump?-Wallace StevensOut of the cracks of cups and their handles, ...
Yellowish-grey sand, soft at the top, hard, grating below… sand withoutend, where-ever one looks.And above this sandy desert, above this ...
The same old baffling questions! O my friend,I cannot answer them. In vain I sendMy soul into the dark, where ...
They are alike, prim scholar and perfervid lover:When comes the season of decay, they both decideUpon sweet, husky cats to ...
In the land of blue snow there are no trees:only the shadows of trees and the names of treeswritten by ...
We took a walk to Pamphy linns— Three other friends and I,Glad-hearted as when day begins With summer in the ...
Forty Years AfterCOMRADE, yet a little further I would go before the nightCloses round and chills in darkness all the ...
Tell me, mother Nature! tender yet stern mother! In what nomenclature (fitlier than another) Can I laud and ...
THE SUNNY rounds of Earth contain An obverse to its Day, Our fertile Vagrancy's domain, Wan Proletaria. From pole to ...
What wonder this?—we ask the lympid well,O earth! of thee—and from thy solemn wombWhat yieldest thou?—is there life in the ...
Les amoureux fervents et les savants aust?resAiment ?galement, dans leur m?re saison,Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,Qui ...
Sphinx, down whose rugged face The sliding centuries their furrows cleave By sun and frost and cloud-burst; scarce ...
"WHEREFORE these revels that my dull eyes greet? These dancers, dancing at my fleshless feet; The harpers, harping vainly at ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
What wonder this?--we ask the lympid well, O earth! of thee--and from thy solemn womb What yieldest thou?--is there life ...
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