REH
Posted on: 22 August 2006
Just spent a while reading over and over the following poem. I hope you enjoy it as much I do… I truly find Robert E Howard’s words mind blowing.
FORBIDDEN MAGIC 1 (Weird Tales 1929)
There came to me a Man one summer night,
When all the world lay silent in the stars,
And moonlight crossed my room with ghostly bars.
He whispered hints of weird, unhallowed sight;
I followed – then in waves of spectral light
Mounted the shimmery ladders of my soul
Where moon-pale spiders, huge as dragons, stole –
Great forms like moths, with wings of wispy white.
Around the world the sighing of the loon
Shook misty lakes beneath the false-dawn’s gleams;
Rose tinted shone the sky-line’s minaret;
I rose in fear, and then with blood and sweat
Beat out the iron fabrics of my dreams,
And shaped of them a web to snare the moon.
(Robert E Howard 1906 ~ 1936)
Robert E Howard by a fort
9 Responses to "REH"
3 | Riccie
23 August 2006 at 00:44
Hey, I enjoyed the ‘telephone conversation’! Now, Ann, I grow more and more intrigued with REH. Thank you for sharing his wonderful work! Now…off to visit the lastest antics of Mrs. BG…
4 | ann
23 August 2006 at 08:40
jojo: I agree with you… they’d be perfect lyrics
kate: wish I could find more to share
riccie: I thought up the phone call sitting at the traffic lights with a silly grin on my face. It did seem funny, but I’m not sure everyone shares my sense of the ridiculous or realised it was a spoof.
5 | val
23 August 2006 at 15:18
I’m sorry, I can’t concentrate on anything but Vincent’s lovely hands.
6 | Liz
23 August 2006 at 16:26
Yes, you feel music when you reading this. ‘What voice could do this’ I was rambling around when I was reading it again? Me I was thinking of josh Groban. The guy that knocked me to the flour when I heard him on Ally McBeal:)
…and Ann, I liked the ‘thelephone conversation!’
9 | Claire
24 August 2006 at 00:21
Your postings are fun to read. I enjoyed the poem. Love reading about mrsbg too! She’s a kick.
at home with ann 
22 August 2006 at 18:33
That poem would be even better set to music, wouldn’t it?