Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Fungi From Yuggoth: And Other Verses Of Cosmic Horror
    Fungi From Yuggoth: And Other Verses Of Cosmic Horror
    Fungi From Yuggoth: And Other Verses Of Cosmic Horror
    Ebook72 pages53 minutes

    Fungi From Yuggoth: And Other Verses Of Cosmic Horror

    By H. P. Lovecraft

    3.5/5

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Fungi From Yuggoth is H P Lovecraft's 36-verse invocation of cosmic horor and alienation, with references to nightmare entities such as Nyarlathotep and Azathoth. Written in 1929, the work was an enigmatic prelude to his classic story "The Whisperer In Darkness'. This special ebook edition of "Fungi From Yuggoth" also includes several other rarely-published horror verses by Lovecraft, including "Psychopompos", "Astrophobos", "Nightmare Lake", and "Nemesis".
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherElektron Ebooks
    Release dateMar 4, 2015
    ISBN9781908694720
    Fungi From Yuggoth: And Other Verses Of Cosmic Horror
    Author

    H. P. Lovecraft

    Renowned as one of the great horror-writers of all time, H.P. Lovecraft was born in 1890 and lived most of his life in Providence, Rhode Island. Among his many classic horror stories, many of which were published in book form only after his death in 1937, are ‘At the Mountains of Madness and Other Novels of Terror’ (1964), ‘Dagon and Other Macabre Tales’ (1965), and ‘The Horror in the Museum and Other Revisions’ (1970).

    Read more from H. P. Lovecraft

    Related to Fungi From Yuggoth

    Related ebooks

    Horror Fiction For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      A Cosmology Of Monsters

      Jun 17, 2020

      RELEASED 30 JUNE 448 pages | Paperback/ebook Author Shaun Hamill Publisher Titan Books Shaun Hamill’s debut arrives with a fierce buzz and a glowing Stephen King cover quote. That feels apt. A Cosmology Of Monsters may riff heavily on HP Lovecraft’s

      1 min read

    • Article

      Boss Encounter

      Dec 30, 2021

      Boss Encounter
      19 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Sep 4, 2018

      In London. England. Who knows why?Perhaps this rumpled guyFrom central casting or a page of Dickens.He’s taking ordinary usTo haunts of the illustrious,Where even dull pulse quickens. A red felt hat’s dark fingered brim,Food-spotted vest are—him.A mo

      4 min read

    • Article

      Air Rights

      Nov 1, 2020

      The French Church—never much on looks, red brick leaningin the direction of Romanesque—settled into modest circumstanceshow many decades on West 16th?Nothing divine in the details,veneer peeling from doors nevermeant for here, never open. No light,ev

      4 min read

    • Article

      The World Beneath Our Feet

      Sep 1, 2020

      The World Beneath Our Feet
      8 min read

    • Article

      It’s Come to This

      Sep 1, 2021

      It’s Come to This
      16 min read

    • Article

      Worship On High

      Oct 18, 2021

      Worship On High
      5 min read

    • Article

      Hello Darkness My Old Friend

      Jun 17, 2020

      Hello Darkness My Old Friend
      4 min read

    • Article

      Apparition

      Mar 26, 2020

      Apparition
      8 min read

    • Article

      Ben Bulben

      Jan 21, 2022

      Ben Bulben
      3 min read

    • Article

      Stop Hating on Adjectives!

      Jun 12, 2019

      A common admonition in creative writing pedagogy is, “Cut as many adjectives as possible.” I propose that this rule springs from mere prejudice. The post Stop Hating on Adjectives! appeared first on The Millions.

      7 min read

    • Article

      Tessa Castro

      May 3, 2023

      IN COMPETITION No 292 you were invited to write a poem called The Walk. How good and numerous were your entries. Congratulations to those printed below, each of whom wins £25, with the bonus prize of The Chambers Dictionary going to Anthony Young. I'

      2 min read

    • Article

      Competition

      Aug 25, 2021

      IN COMPETITION No 270, you were invited to write a poem called The Hall. Heather Oxley began, ‘Our halls are gateways to our outside selves.’ John Oldershaw’s narrator started in medias res: ‘“It’s the hall that sells the house!”/ Said Mr Valentine,

      2 min read

    • Article

      Mountain Time

      Jan 1, 2021

      In the air you don’t know who you are or where My own self feels it is in wind being born These are currents a man made one eighth of smokeless fire fears but chooses A path south from Anchorage to a Mountain House Ungovern the northern land to pass

      10 min read

    • Article

      Three Poems

      Sep 1, 2022

      1. Here there’s no rainy season.Sun scalds my forehead,yet the pool is empty. Beside it,a toppled table, its glass surface shattered.The asphalt is too hot for bare feet. 2. Far away: white hillocksand white dunes under a deepblue sky. Swirling winds

      5 min read

    • Article

      Portrait Of An Island

      Jun 3, 2021

      AN ISLAND provides refuge for refugees. Their roofs, tablecloths, and bedsheets wave from the port’s breeze. Temporarily permanent, adjacent to the water, each tent kneels behind the mayor’s office and in front of a tenth-century castle. The locals p

      4 min read

    • Article

      A Bit Of TLC

      Mar 17, 2022

      Sam Llewellyn sails a 30ft ketch he rescued from dereliction It was a bright, breezy day in the yard. There was the sound of power tools and voices asking other voices to pass the paint, and could they borrow a wrench, and had they finished with the

      3 min read

    • Article

      Two Poems by Joseph Brodsky

      May 12, 2020

      Two Poems by Joseph Brodsky
      7 min read

    • Article

      Tessa Castro

      Mar 9, 2022

      IN COMPETITION No 277 you were invited to write a poem called Morning Sounds. The entries were vivid: half domestic, half outdoor. Tim Lloyd observed that ‘A bin lorry approaching in reverse/Sounds like an asthmatic seal.’ Liz Piper remembered, durin

      2 min read

    • Article

      In Search Of Sanctuary

      Jan 5, 2024

      In Search Of Sanctuary
      16 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      Jan 1, 2022

      The painting is of a door, its wood so warpedwith moisture it cannot close. It stays ajar leaving a sliver of light—enough to suggestsomething sweet and almost unreachable behind the door—and you sit in yourroom working on the bills or those comforti

      4 min read

    • Article

      Tessa Castro

      Jun 1, 2022

      IN COMPETITION No 280 you were invited to write a poem called Cutting. My cue was a 19th-century Norwegian painting I’d seen of a woman cutting bread. You widened it to cutting hair and grass, being cut down to size and cutting people dead in the str

      2 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Jan 1, 2021

      I learned the world through the bottoms of my feet, barein the creeks of summer, stepping on pebbles, the squidgeof moss between my toes. On hot asphalt, the hop and skipover cracks, feet already toughened by bramble, dirt, the pricklyground of pine

      4 min read

    • Article

      OF MOUNTAINS & MEN

      Nov 4, 2021

      OF MOUNTAINS & MEN
      9 min read

    • Article

      Commonplace Book

      Dec 1, 2022

      Nothing is as important to our ability to survive as our ability to hurt. -Haider Warraich, The Song of Our Scars, 2022 In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead. -William Blake, T

      4 min read

    • Article

      Sea Sounds

      Feb 3, 2022

      Sea Sounds
      3 min read

    • Article

      Scarlet Ribbons

      Oct 20, 2022

      I was two when I came to love the tiny, red flowers that spilled over the worn doorstep of my first home and splattered the cracked pathway to the beck with vibrant colour. Like Hansel’s breadcrumbs, the scarlet pimpernel ribbon was my security on th

      3 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Fungi From Yuggoth

    3.5/5

    24 ratings2 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

    • 4/5
      This little volume (edited by August Derleth) brings together a sampling of H.P. Lovecraft's better poetry. While I've often heard the opinion that Lovecraft's poetry is quite poor, reading this gave me the impression that's not an entirely fair. If there's one weakness to HPL's poetry, it's his archaism. This is especially true of the earlier works, where Lovecraft indulges his most Edwardian inclinations. The later poetry, beginning with The Ancient Track, while still somewhat old fashioned in style captures a pleasant weird vibe. Especially worthwhile is "The Fungi From Yuggoth," which features thirty-six different sonnets. 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. While Lovecraft is arguably not the best weird poet of his era--that title would probably go to Clark Ashton Smith--I would argue he's worth reading for anyone in seeing this curious overlap betwixt the poetic and the uncanny.
    • 4/5
      Nemesis was an excellent beer drinking bard's tall-tale to belt out at the bar!

    Book preview

    Fungi From Yuggoth - H. P. Lovecraft

    credits

    FUNGI FROM YUGGOTH

    BY H P LOVECRAFT

    AN EBOOK

    ISBN 978-1-908694-72-0

    PUBLISHED BY ELEKTRON EBOOKS

    COPYRIGHT 2012 ELEKTRON EBOOKS

    www.elektron-ebooks.com

    No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a database or retrieval system, posted on any internet site, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright holders. Any such copyright infringement of this publication may result in civil prosecution

    FUNGI FROM YUGGOTH

    (1929-30)

    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 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.

    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 a voice that laughed.

    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 harbor 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.

    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 keep lost aeons to their own demesnes.

    At last the key was mine to those vague visions

    Of sunset spires and twilight woods that brood

    Enjoying the preview?
    Page 1 of 1