Howard Phillips Lovecraft

(1890-1937 / the United States)

The Messenger - Poem by Howard Phillips Lovecraft


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 came -
And the mad truth devoured me like a flame!

Comments about The Messenger by Howard Phillips Lovecraft

  • (8/20/2016 6:00:00 PM)

    After reading Lovecrafts stories you kind of realize Stephen Kings a bit of an amateur when it comes to installing primal fear, not knowing what's beyond the door is more terrifying then known. (Report) Reply

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  • Moira Cameron (8/20/2016 5:51:00 PM)

    I have never read any of Lovecraft's poems, but have read many of his stories. This was a delightful discovery. I love how it ends without the reader knowing what really happens - leaving it all to our imagination. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (8/20/2016 4:54:00 PM)

    There are probably a number of ways this poem could be taken- -but I am in the mood for a straight forward lovable tale about soul-sucking monsters stirring in the dark... yummy Stephen King/Edgar Allen Poe kind of poetry or plot (Report) Reply

  • (8/20/2016 10:26:00 AM)

    This is a poignant write rocking between faith and doubt and mesmerized by the ultimate truth! (Report) Reply

  • Liza Sudina (8/20/2016 2:19:00 AM)

    And the mad truth devoured me like a flame! - this is a genius poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 3, 2010

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