Lovecraft Poem of the Week: The Well As Dunwich month draws to a close, here is one more sonnet of Lovecrafts, 11th in his FUNGI FROM YUGGOTH cycle, which sounds like it takes place in the same rural New England region. XI. The Well Farmer Seth Atwood was past eighty when He tried to sink that deep well by his door, With only Eb to help him bore and bore. We laughed, and hoped he’d soon be sane again. And yet, instead, young Eb went crazy, too, So that they shipped him to the county farm. Seth bricked the well-mouth up as tight as glue— Then hacked an artery in his gnarled left arm. After the funeral we felt bound to get Out to that well and rip the bricks away, But all we saw were iron hand-holds set Down a black hole deeper than we could say. And yet we put the bricks back—for we found The hole too deep for any line to sound. (December 1929 - January 1930) Illustration: Fungi from Yuggoth: The Well, by Tillinghast23
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 04:37:05 +0000
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