top Urge For Going

"Urge For Going"

Now the warriors of winter they give a cold triumphant shout
All that stays is dying all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight
Flapping and a-racin on before the snow
Got the urge for going they've got the wings to go

J. Mitchell

top Epicure in the Terrible

"Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places. For them are the catacombs of Ptolemais, and the carven mausolea of the nightmare countries. They climb to the moonlit towers of ruined Rhine castles, and falter down black cobwebbed steps beneath the scattered stones of forgotten cities in Asia. The haunted wood and the desolate mountain are their shrines, and they linger around the sinister monoliths on uninhabited islands. But the true epicure in the terrible, to whom a new thrill of unutterable ghastliness is the chief end and justification of existence, esteems most of all the ancient, lonely farmhouses of backwoods New England; for there the dark elements of strength, solitude, grotesqueness, and ignorance combine to form the perfection of the hideous."

HPL, 1920

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top Nighted Woods

"The Night"

When the night comes
What we do not see
We doubt whether it is
But the day
The day shows hardly more
That the night
The day is misleading
We believe to see
And we see little
And we believe little
And in the full day
That we do not know
The glorious the absolute in the daytime
Would be dazzled to us
Until the blindness
We who have never seen
Of quite our eyes
We who have never believed
With all our heart.

Paul Huet