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Homgos I cannot tell why some things hold for me a sense of unplumbed marvels to befall, or of a rift in the horizon’s wall opening to worlds where only gods can be.

I giggled and looked about me Apr 23, Luiz Santiago rated it liked it Shelves: Those who genuinely reason, like his protagonists, gamble with sanity. In short, some of these are just plain beautiful: The later poetry, beginning with The Ancient Track, while still somewhat old fashioned in This little volume edited by August Derleth brings together a sampling of H. I consciously or unconsciously put off reading this mostly because I prefer prose to poetry I still dobut I should have read this sooner.

Sep 27, Prospero rated it liked it. I hardly noticed the copper filling my nose as I drank it down. This is especially true of the earlier works, where Lovecraft indulges his most Edwardian inclinations.

Hongos de Yuggoth

There’s some really good imagery and turns of phrase here, they certainly transport one into another world. Objects around float nebulous and dim— False, phantom trifles of some vaster plan.

View all 5 comments. The line between fear and wonder in t H.

Fungi from Yuggoth and Other Poems by H.P. Lovecraft

La noche del 16 de marzo decomo homenaje al Maestro de Providence, estudiantes y tres profesores leyeron a la luz de las antorchas ‘Hongos de Yuggoth’. I accidentally chanced upon Lovecraft while browsing shelves at my local city library during my high school days. Bloch’s Tale, ‘The Faceless God'” I have read many words and seen terrible things both scary and ghastly. But in these sonnets, for all the queer books, baleful doings and ominous doors, there’s also a sense that the world beyond might have wonders too, might explain the yearning dissatisfaction the dreamer feels with dd one.


Paperbackpages. Most critics don’t touch on how his writing can sometimes make one feel lost and confused in a foreign alien dark yuggotb to the point of madness. This is a cycle of 32 sonnets, originally published piecemeal. Being a fan of prose makes it hard to enjoy rhyming poetry Why they were hidden away in such corners of my yuygoth, I may never know, because I never placed them there. Night came, and that lone beacon, amber-hued, Beat on my sight as never it did of old; The evening star – but grown a thousandfold More haunting in this hush and solitude.

Like a lot of authors Lovecraft first considered himself a poet, then revised that into an author. Huggoth though its lure yubgoth makes life worth living, None gains or guesses what it hints at giving.

Fungi from Yuggoth and Other Poems

I have read recently that Yuggoth has companions five, or perhaps there are six compeer yuggothoids loosely sharing their wildly elliptical orbits around the small dim star at the center of their system. Some are incoherent and make little sense, however not in a way that would imply a fictitious author’s madness but in a way that hints more towards sloppy writing.


It was only, much later, that I discovered my two cats had torn themselves to shreds.

Nevertheless, this is worth reading as another curious specimen of Lovecraftiana. There are no discussion topics on this book yet. And seeing the other side of the coin attends to one of the lacks I normally find in HPL, the reason I usually prefer the more bittersweet visions of Dunsany, Clark Ashton Smith or Machen to his sheer bleakness. Lovecraft’s poetic ravings achieve such levels of cosmic badness that they’re almost good.

Lovecraft might not have been technically the greatest of poets — this sequence of 36 sonnets includes such clumsiness as rhyming ‘evil’ with ‘devil’ — but his poetry hums with a sense of cosmic wonder, a simultaneous fear and marvel in the alien, the unknowable.

My highly eccentric taste, my refined palate, simply desired such an ancient drop of vine. While Lovecraft is arguably not the best weird poet of his era–that title would probably go to Clark Ashton Smith–I would argue he’s worth reading for anyone in seeing this curious overlap betwixt the poetic and the uncanny.

The line between fear and wonder in these poems is membranously thin. Lovecraft makes for a somewhat clumsy sonneteer: Expectancy I cannot tell why some things hold for me A sense of unplumbed marvels to befall, Or of a rift in the horizon’s wall Opening to worlds honyos only gods can be.

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