Howard Phillips Lovecraft

(1890-1937 / the United States)

Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems

1. Christmas Blessings 9/3/2010
2. Christmas Snows 9/3/2010
3. Festival 9/3/2010
4. Ode For July Fourth, 1917 9/3/2010
5. On Reading Lord Dunsany's Book Of Wonder 9/3/2010
6. On Receiving A Picture Of Swans 9/3/2010
7. St. John 9/3/2010
8. To Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkelt, 9/3/2010
9. Egyptian Christmas 9/3/2010
10. Good Saint Nick 9/3/2010
11. Lines On General Robert Edward Lee 9/3/2010
12. The Peace Advocate 9/3/2010
13. Tosh Bosh 9/3/2010
14. The Wood 9/3/2010
15. Providence 9/3/2010
16. The Conscript 9/3/2010
17. Nathicana 9/3/2010
18. Halcyon Days 9/3/2010
19. Revelation 9/3/2010
20. The Rose Of England 9/3/2010
21. Hallowe'En In A Suburb 9/3/2010
22. Laeta; A Lament 9/3/2010
23. Waste Paper: A Poem Of Profound Insignificance 9/3/2010
24. Pacifist War Song - 1917 9/3/2010
25. The City 9/3/2010
26. Fact And Fancy 9/3/2010
27. On The Creation Of Niggers 1/2/2015
28. The Poe-Et's Nightmare 9/3/2010
29. The Cats 9/3/2010
30. The Bride Of The Sea 9/3/2010
31. Where Once Poe Walked 9/3/2010
32. Sunset 9/3/2010
33. Christmastide 9/3/2010
34. Little Tiger 9/3/2010
35. Nemesis 9/3/2010
36. Fungi From Yuggoth 9/3/2010
37. Astrophobos 9/3/2010
38. The Garden 9/3/2010
39. Despair 9/3/2010
40. The Messenger 9/3/2010
Best Poem of Howard Phillips Lovecraft

The Messenger

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 ...

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Christmas Snows

As Christmas snows (as yet a poet's trope)
Call back one's bygone days of youth and hope,
Four metrick lines I send-they're quite enough-
Tho' once I fancy'd I could write the stuff!

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