Lovecraft Poem of the Week: Alienation This weeks selection, the thirty-second sonnet in the FUNGI FROM YUGGOTH cycle, tells of the struggles of a Dreamer who might be Randolph Carter, or even H. P. Lovecraft himself... XXXII. Alienation His solid flesh had never been away, 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. He had seen Yaddith, yet retained his mind, And come back safely from the Ghooric zone, When one still night across curved space was thrown That beckoning piping from the voids behind. He waked that morning as an older man, And nothing since has looked the same to him. Objects around float nebulous and dim— False, phantom trifles of some vaster plan. His folk and friends are now an alien throng To which he struggles vainly to belong. (December 1929 - January 1930) Illustration by Gervasio Gallardo
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 04:16:54 +0000
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