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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Still, it seems that the rigid form of the sonnet does something to effectively harness the power of HPL’s prose. In rrom strange light I feel I am not far From the fixt mass whose sides the ages are. Far to the south the plain sloped low and wide To a dark zigzag line of wall that lay Like a huge python of some primal day Which endless time had chilled and petrified.

Fungi from Yuggoth and Other Poems

Rather than visions themselves, these poems serve as a commentary vungi their source. Firstly, many writers keep fugni commonplace book – a tome where stray ideas, quotes and other inspirations are noted down — as indeed Lovecraft did.

So in the mean time, do read the poems yourself and see what conclusions you can come up with. I have read recently that Yuggoth has companions five, or perhaps there are six compeer yuggothoids loosely sharing their wildly elliptical orbits around the fung dim star at the center of their system. I came away from this book convinced that HPL may have been a better poet than a prose writer. He is now commonly regarded as one of the most influential horror writers of the 20th Century, exerting widespread and indirect influence, and frequently compared to Edgar Allan Poe.

The sonnets see-saw between various themes in much the same way as do Lovecraft’s short stories. Seth bricked the well-mouth up as tight as glue— Then hacked an artery in his gnarled left arm. I must admit that many of the sonnets had wonderful moments language-wise, but overall I was disappointed in spite of my low expectations. Some are little scary stories in their own right, while others aim more for the sense of the numinous that often accompanies the horrible in HPL’s fiction.

Expectancy I cannot tell why some things hold for me A sense of unplumbed marvels to befall, Or of a rift in the horizon’s wall Opening to worlds where only gods can be.


Dreamer on the Nightside Lovecraft: I searched my dreams and memories for a clue, And thought of all the chimes my visions carried; Of quiet Innsmouth, where the white gulls tarried Around an ancient spire that once I knew. 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.

This may have been the first time that the sequence was published in its corrected text. 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 some dim life—I never could tell where.

Fungi from Yuggoth

The Thing, they whisper, wears a silken mask Of yellow, whose queer folds appear to hide A face not of this earth, though none dares ask Just what those features are, which bulge inside. It moves me most when slanting sunbeams glow On old farm buildings set against a hill, And paint with life the shapes which linger still From centuries less a dream than this we know.

Lovecraft has developed a cult following for his Cthulhu Mythos, a series of loosely interconnected fictions featuring a pantheon of human-nullifying entities, as well as the Necronomicon, a fictional grimoire of magical rites and forbidden lore.

There are references to the author’s night terrors in “Recognition” 4a potent source for his later fiction and carrying forward into dream poems related to his Dunsany manner; to intimations of an Elder Race on earth; and to nightmare beings from Beyond. Firstly it has nothing to do with the trans-Plutonian entities, the Mi-godetailed in his classic tale The Whisperer in the Darkness written later in His works were deeply pessimistic and cynical, challenging the values of the Enlightenment, Romanticism and Christianity.

Always perplexed I heard those far notes falling, Till one March night the bleak rain splashing cold Beckoned me back through gateways of recalling To elder towers where the mad clappers tolled.

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Fungi from Yuggoth and Other Poems by H.P. Lovecraft

Like a lot of authors Lovecraft first considered himself a poet, then revised that into an author. Refresh and try again. Although Lovecraft’s readership was limited during his life, his reputation has grown over the decades. It would appear that Lovecraft hit something of fungj peak with this great torrent of sonnets. My highly eccentric taste, my refined palate, simply desired such an ancient drop o Re-reading some of my favorite horror stories, consuming the stories as if they were some strange wines that I have kept in the basement, hidden amongst vintages less divine; with such labels blackened unreadable and corks re-affixed with age-blooded wax.


Lovecraft might not have been technically the greatest of poets — this sequence of dungi sonnets includes such fungu as rhyming ‘evil’ with ‘devil’ — but his poetry hums with a sense of cosmic wonder, a simultaneous fear and marvel in the alien, the unknowable.


Staring at that dead face beneath the hood, I ceased to hope—because I understood. Without the ideas that evolved from his plots, the sort of imagery spotlighted in this collection yuggoht exist.

Lovecraft’s poetic ravings achieve such levels of cosmic badness that they’re almost good. 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.

Small lozenge 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.

Half to the sky those steep sides loomed upspread, Rank-grassed, and cluttered by a crumbling flight Of lava stairs that scaled the fear-topped height In steps too vast for any human tread. And this has been held up as evidence of the way that Lovecraft would use the same or similar terms in different works and seemingly have them referring to different things — yuhgoth building confusions into his own mythology that mirror the contradictions in real world myth and legend.

In short, some of these are just plain beautiful: 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.

The first three poems in the sequence concern a person who obtains an ancient book of esoteric knowledge that seems to allow one to travel to parallel realities or strange parts of the universe. Of course there is also the fact that the cycle is a marvellous piece of writing.