Fungi from Yuggoth Full story online here Author H.P. Lovecraft Date of writing 27 December – 4 January This is an article about the poem. For the. Today we’re looking at the first 12 sonnets in the “Fungi From Yuggoth” sonnet cycle, all written over the winter break (December 27 to. Today we’re looking at the final 12 sonnets in the “Fungi From Yuggoth” sonnet cycle, all written over the winter break (December

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Harbour Whistles Over old roofs and past decaying spires The harbour whistles chant all through the night; Throats from strange ports, and beaches feom and white, And fabulous oceans, ranged in motley choirs. He may have never had the talent to be regarded a great poet but with Fungi From Yuggoth he did produce a remarkable set of verses.

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Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. What at first seemed to be a narrative series of sonnets quickly broke of into unconnected poems that were “narrative” without having any narration for the most yuggpth.

Little the fears of forty centuries meant To us as we bore off our slender spoil, And fron we scanned it in our darkened tent We struck a match to test the ancient oil. More recently Jim Clark has recorded another reading of the cycle set to music.

It is in sunsets and strange city spires, Old villages and woods and misty downs, South winds, the sea, low hills, and lighted towns, Old gardens, half-heard songs, and the moon’s fires.

Recognition The day had come again, when as a child I saw—just once—that hollow of old oaks, Grey with a ground-mist that enfolds and chokes The slinking shapes which madness has defiled. While I’ve often heard the opinion that Lovecraft’s poetry is quite poor, reading this gave me the impression that’s not an entirely fair.


From the first story, Lovecraft had mesmerized me with his incredible use of words, and I admit, with his use of ancient and obsolete words. No trivia or quizzes yet.

Much has been yjggoth about Lovecraft’s evocation of horror, but less about the sense of awe in his work, the reverence in the presence of the godlike, totally inhuman entities he writes about. Alienation His solid flesh had never been uyggoth, For each dawn found him in his usual place, But every night his spirit loved to race Through gulfs and worlds remote from common day. Seth bricked the well-mouth up as tight as glue— Then hacked an artery in his gnarled left arm.

It traced strange pictures on the quivering air – Half-memories that had always filled my eyes – Vast towers and gardens; curious seas and skies Of yugggoth dim life – I never could tell where.

I just discovered and drank them with great relish. A Memory There were great steppes, and rocky table-lands Stretching half-limitless in starlit night, With alien campfires shedding feeble light On beasts with tinkling bells, in shaggy bands.

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This article is about the poem sequence. The Case of Charles Dexter Ward. Paperbackpages.

Lovecraft’s major inspiration and invention was cosmic horror: The dead yugboth rush in strange, fantastic twists, And chimney-smoke funggi round with alien grace, Heeding geometries of outer space, While Fomalhaut peers in through southward mists. An entertaining look into a hidden aspect of a favorite author. Night-Gaunts Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell, But every night I see the rubbery things, Black, horned, and slender, with membraneous wings, And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell.

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After the funeral we felt bound to get Out to that well and rip the bricks away, But all we saw were iron hand-holds set Down a black hole deeper than we could say.


The narrator John Arthur gives a fantastic performance, adopting different voices and intonations for the readings, and the music by Mike Olsen is atmospheric, eerie and beautiful. Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands, But leaving, could not tell what they had heard; While through the nations spread the awestruck word That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands.

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All my stories, unconnected as they may be, are based on the fundamental lore of legend that this world was at one time inhabited by another ace who, in practicing black magic, lost their foothold and were expelled, yet live on outside ever ready to take possession of this earth.

Streets with carved doorways where the sunset beams Flooded old fanlights and small window-panes, And Georgian steeples topped with gilded vanes— These were the sights that shaped my childhood dreams.

Purchasable with gift card. Then a black gulf with sea-sounds in the night: Joshi and David E. No one had seen me take the thing—but still A blank laugh echoed in my whirling head, And I could guess what nighted worlds of ill Lurked in that volume I had coveted.

The simplicity of many of the poems echo in the mind like sinister nursery rhymes, whilst its gentler verses show a lighter, less doom-laden side to Lovecraft. Jun 07, Bradley rated it really liked it Shelves: We get a variety of styles and tones, with a good portion telling miniature stories. However rather tellingly, as his career in prose progresses the less poetry he writes — with over three quarters of his poetic works dating from before He knows where the Old Ones broke yugoth of old, and where They shall break through again.