Стихи

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Jumbles of odour that stifle the brain.

Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal.

Howling and lean in the glare of the moon,

Screaming the future with mouthings infernal,

Yelling the Garden of Pluto's red rune.

Tall towers and pyramids ivy'd and crumbling,

Bats that swoop low in the weed-cumber'd streets;

Bleak Arkham bridges o'er rivers whose rumbling

Joins with no voice as the thick horde retreats.

Belfries that buckle against the moon totter,

Caverns whose mouths are by mosses effac'd,

And living to answer the wind and the water,

Only the lean cats that howl in the wastes.

1925

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