82 годовщина смерти ГФЛ

82 года со дня смерти писателя, изменившего литературный пейзаж и современную культуру (и массовую, и интеллектуальную) навсегда. Он так и не успел насладиться заслуженными плодами своей популярности (слава пришла к нему уже после смерти), но он совершенно изменил мою жизнь.

Светлая память Говарду Филлипсу Лавкрафту.

Сообщение о его смерти из местной газеты Провиденса:

 

«На смерть Лавкрафта»

(Кларк Эштон Смит)

TO HOWARD PHILLIPS LOVECRAFT 

Clark Ashton Smith 

Lover of hills and fields and towns antique,

How hast thou wandered hence

On ways not found before,

Beyond the dawnward spires of Providence?

Hast thou gone forth to seek

Some older bourn than these—

Some Arkham of the prime and central wizardries?

Or, with familiar felidae,

Dost now some new and secret wood explore,

A little past the senses' farther wall—

Where spring and sunset charm the eternal path

From Earth to ether in dimensions nemoral?

Or has the Silver Key

Opened perchance for thee

Wonders and dreams and worlds ulterior?

Hast thou gone home to Ulthar or to Pnath?

Has the high king who reigns in dim Kadath

Called back his courtly, sage ambassador?

Or darkling Cthulhu sent

The sign which makes thee now a councilor

Within that foundered fortress of the deep

Where the Old Ones stir in sleep

Till mighty temblors shake their slumbering continent?

Lo! in this little interim of days

How far thy feet are sped

Upon the fabulous and mooted ways

Where walk the mythic dead!

For us the grief, for us the mystery. . . .

And yet thou art not gone

Nor given wholly unto dream and dust:

For, even upon

This lonely western hill of Averoigne

Thy flesh had never visited,

I meet some wise and sentient wraith of thee,

Some undeparting presence, gracious and august.

More luminous for thee the vernal grass,

More magically dark the Druid stone,

And in the mind thou art forever shown

As in a magic glass;

And from the spirit's page thy runes can never pass.

HPL 20 August 1890 - 15 March 1937