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Temat postu: Sonety Lovecrafta  PostWysłany: 07-02-2003 - 00:09
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Sonnet I: The Book

The place was dark and dusty and half - lost
In tangles of old alleys near the quays,
Reeking of strange things brought in from the seas,
And with queer curls of fog that west winds tossed.
Small lozegne panes, obscured by smoke and frost,
Just shewed the books, in piles like twisted trees,
Rotting from floor to roof - congeries
Of crumbling elder lore at little cost.

I entered, charmed, and from a cobwebbed heap
Took up the nearest tome and thumbed it through,
Trembling at curious words that seemed to keep
Some secret, monstrous if one only knew.
Then, looking for some seller old in craft,
I could find nothing but voice that laughed.
 
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Temat postu:   PostWysłany: 08-02-2003 - 22:21
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Sonnet II: Pursuit

I held the book beneath my coat, at pains
To hide the thing from sight in such a place;
Hurrying through the ancient harbour lanes
With often - turning head and nervous pace.
Dull, furtive windows in old tottering brick
Peered at me oddly as I hastened by,
And thinking what they sheltered, I grew sick
For a redeeming glimpse of clean blue sky.

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 way grew strange - the walls alike and madding-
And far behind me, unseen feet were padding.
 
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Temat postu:   PostWysłany: 09-02-2003 - 22:46
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Sonnet III: The Key

I do not know what windings in the waste
Of those strange sea - lanes brought me home once more,
But on my porch I trembled, white with haste
To get inside and bolt the heavy door.
I had the book that told the hidden way
Across the void and through the space - hung screens
That hold the undimensioned worlds at bay.
And kept lost aeons to their own demesnes.

At last the key was mine to those vague visions
Of sunset spires and twilight woods that brood
Dim in the gulfs beyond this earth's precisions,
Lurking as memories of infitude.
The key was mine, But as I sat there mumbling,
The attic window shook with a faint fumbling.
 
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Temat postu:   PostWysłany: 11-02-2003 - 16:42
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Sonnet IV: 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.
It was the same - an herbage rank and wild
Clings round an altar whose carved sign invokes
That Nameless One to whom a thousand smokes
Rose, aeons gone, from unclean towers uppiled.

I saw the body spread on that dark stone,
And knew those things which feasted were not men;
I knew this strange, grey world was not my own,
But Yuggoth, past the starryvoids - and then
The body shrieked at me with a dead cry,
And all too late I knew that it was I!
 
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Temat postu:   PostWysłany: 16-02-2003 - 00:54
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Sonnet V: Homecoming

The daemon said, that he would take me home
To the pale, shadowy land I half recalled
As a high place of stair and terrace, walled
With marble balustrades that sky - winds comb,
While miles below a maze of dome on dome
And tower on tower beside a sea lies sprawled.
Once more, he told me, I would stand enthralled
On those old heights, and hear the far - off foam.

All this he promised, amd through sunset's gate
He swept me, past the lapping lakes of flame,
And red - gold thrones of gods without a name
Who shriek in fear at some impending fate.
Then a black gulf with sea - sounds in the night:
"Here was your home", he mocked, "when you had sight!"
 
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Temat postu:   PostWysłany: 16-02-2003 - 21:26
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Sonnet VI: The Lamp

We found the lamp inside those hollow cliffs
Whose chiselled sign no priest in Thebes could read,
And from whose caverns frightened hieroglyphs
Warned every living creature of earth's breed.
No more was there - just that one brazen bowl
With traces of a curious oil within;
Fretted with some obscurely patterned scroll,
And symbols hinting vaguely of strange sin.

Little the fears of forty centuries meant
To us as we bore off our slender spoil,
And when we scanned it in our darkened tent
We struck a match to test the ancient oil.
It blazed - great God!... But the vast shapes we saw
In that mad flash have seared or lives with awe.
 
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Temat postu:   PostWysłany: 17-02-2003 - 22:00
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Sonnet VII: Zaman's Hill

The great hill hung close over the old town,
A precipice against the main street's end;
Green, tall, and wooded, looking darkly down
Upon the steeple at the highway bend.
Two hundred years the whispers had been heard
About what happened on the man - shunned slope -
Tales of an oddly mangled deer or bird,
Or of lost boys whose kin had ceased to hope.

One day the mail - man found no village there,
Nor were its folk or houses seen again;
People came out from Ayelsbury to stare -
Yet they all told the mail - man it was plain
That he was mad for saying he has spied
The great hill's gluttonous eyes, and jaws streched wide.
 
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Temat postu:   PostWysłany: 03-03-2003 - 22:03
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Sonnet VIII: The Port

Ten miles from Arkham I had struck the trail
That rides the cliff - edge over Boynton Beach,
And hoped that just at sunset I could reach
The crest that looks on Innsmouth in the vale.
Far out at sea was a retreating sail,
White as hard years of ancient winds could bleach,
But evil with some portent beyond speech,
So that I did not wave my hand or hail.

Sails out of Innsmouth! echoing old renown
Of long - dead times. But now a too - swift night
Is closing in, and I have reached the height
Whence I so often scan the distant town.
The spires and roofs are there - but look! The gloom
Slinks on dark lanes, as lightless as the tomb!
 
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Temat postu:   PostWysłany: 05-03-2003 - 23:22
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Sonnet IX: The Courtyard

It was the city I had known before;
The ancient, leprous town where mongrel throngs
Chant to strange gods, and beat unhallowed gongs
In the crypts beneath foul alleys near the shore.
The rotting, fish - eyed houses leered at me
From where they leaned, drunk and half - animate,
As edging through the filth I passed the gate
To the black courtyard where the man would be.

The dark walls closed me in, and loud I cursed
That ever I had come to such a den,
When suddenly a score of windows burst
Into wild light, and swarmed with dancing men;
Mad, soundless revels of the dragging dead -
And not a corpse had either hands or head!
 
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