Last year I decided to start rebuilding my Arkham House library, and one of the first books I obtain'd was Collected Poems -- Nightmares and Visions by Richard L. Tierney. I had read a number of his sonnets in a wonderful issue of Nyctalops, beautifully illustrated. I had not remember'd that ye Arkham booklet (it has vinyl covers, not hardcover boards) has drawings by the remarkable Jason Van Hollander, and they are exquisite. The poems are simply magnificent. Here is one that seems especially Lovecraftian:
The Garret-Room
The house was dark and old, and seemed to brood
Like some foul corpse long dead which yet lies dreaming
Of spectral gulfs and horrid night-lands teeming
With souls condemned to endless solitude.
Depressed, I strove to quell this morbid mood,
As though afraid to face its monstrous meaning,
When suddenly I spied a window gleaming
High-up, aloof, where no man might intrude.
What strange October dwelt behind those gables
In isolation from the world of men?
My wondering mind evolved fantastic fables,
But no solution could I find . . . and then,
I fled! -- yet not from any touch of sadness,
But from a monstrous peal of mirthful madness.