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

Comments about Howard Phillips Lovecraft

  • Oilibheir Álain Christie Oilibheir Álain Christie (3/27/2017 8:14:00 AM)

    Such a pity that the selection of 40 poems includes inconsistent works such as the all-too-controversial (and minor) On The Creation of Niggers but not The Ancient Track (1930) which may well be HP Lovecraft's best achieved poem.
    I have contributed three translations of The Ancient Track: French, German and Italian, each time citing the original text by Lovecraft. But you still have not added this poem to the list. Heigh-ho!

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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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Christmastide

The cottage hearth beams warm and bright,
The candles gaily glow;
The stars emit a kinder light
Above the drifted snow.

Down from the sky a magic steals
To glad the passing year,
And belfries sing with joyous peals,
For Christmastide is here!

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