Howard Phillips Lovecraft
Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems
- The Messenger The thing, he said, would come in the night at ...
- Despair O'er the midnight moorlands crying, Thro' the ...
- The Garden There's an ancient, ancient garden that I see ...
- Astrophobos In the Midnight heaven's burning Through the ...
- Fungi From Yuggoth I. The Book The place was dark and ...
- Nemesis Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past...
- Little Tiger Little Tiger, burning bright With a subtle ...
Howard Phillips Lovecraft (August 20, 1890 – March 15, 1937) was an American author of horror, fantasy, and science fiction, especially the subgenre known as weird fiction.
Lovecraft's guiding literary principle was what he termed "cosmicism" or "cosmic horror", the idea that life is incomprehensible to human minds and that the universe is fundamentally alien. Those who genuinely reason, like his protagonists, gamble with sanity. As early as the 1940s, Lovecraft had developed a cult following for his Cthulhu Mythos, a series of loosely interconnected fiction featuring a pantheon of humanity-nullifying entities, as well as the Necronomicon, a fictional grimoire ... more »
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The thing, he said, would come in the night at three
From the old churchyard on the hill below;
But crouching by an oak fire's wholesome glow,
I tried to tell myself it could not be.
Surely, I mused, it was pleasantry
Devised by one who did not truly know
The Elder Sign, bequeathed from long ago,
That sets the fumbling forms of darkness free.
He had not meant it - no - but still I lit
Another lamp as starry Leo climbed
Out of the Seekonk, and a steeple chimed
Three - and the firelight faded, bit by bit.
Then at the door that cautious rattling ...