H. P. Lovecraft

H. P. Lovecraft: I am Providence
I am Providence.

        Lovecraft es, sin duda, uno de los maestros del género de terror del siglo XX. Olvidado durante muchos años, sus obras aparecieron por primera vez en las revistas pulp en que también se dieron a conocer otros autores hoy también reconocidos: Robert E. Howard, Isaac Asimov, etc. Un grueso importante de su obra se incluye en el denominado ciclo de los Mitos de Cthulhu, que se basan en la milenaria presencia en la tierra de fuerzas primigenias alienas al hombre. Cultivó el cuento, la novela corta y el ensayo (El horror en la literatura). Nos legó también una serie de poemas bajo el epígrafe Hongos de Yuggoth (Fungi from Yuggoth), libro del que transcribimos.


I. The book (El libro)

El lugar era oscuro y polvoriento, un rincón perdido
en un laberinto de viejas callejuelas junto a los muelles,
que olían a cosas extrañas traídas de ultramar,
entre curiosos jirones de niebla que el viento del oeste dispersaba.
Unos cristales romboidales, velados por el humo y la escarcha,
dejaban apenas ver los montones de libros, como árboles retorcidos
pudriéndose del suelo al techo... ventisqueros
de un saber antiguo que se desmoronaba a precio de saldo.

Entré, hechizado, y de un montón cubierto de telarañas
cogí el volumen más a mano y lo hojeé al azar,
temblando al leer raras palabras que parecían guardar
algún secreto, monstruoso para quien lo descubriera.
Después, buscando algún viejo vendedor taimado,
sólo encontré el eco de una risa.

    De "Hongos de Yuggoth". Traducción de J. A. Santos, El Club Diógenes, Ed. Valdemar 11, Madrid, 1994.
Comentario crítico de este poema,por J. Oliver.
 
 

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 thar they shipped him to a country 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 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.

                                               De Fungi from Yuggoth
 
 

Memory

           In the valley of Nis the accursed waning moon shines thinly, tearing apath for its light with feeble horns through the lethal foliage of a greatupas-tree. And within the depths of the valley, where the light reachesnot, move forms not meant to be beheld. Rank is the herbage on each slope,where evil vines and creeping plants crawl amidst the stones of ruinedpalaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, andheaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. And in trees thatgrow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes, while in and outof deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things withouta name. Vast are the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss,and mighty were the walls from which they fell. For all time did theirbuilders erect them, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for beneath themthe grey toad makes his habitation.
           At the very bottom of the valley lies the river Than, whose waters areslimy and filled with weeds. From hidden springs it rises, and to subterraneangrottoes it flows, so that the Daemon of the Valley knows not why its watersare red, nor whither they are bound.

            TheGenie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon of the Valley, saying,"I am old, and forget much. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of themwho built these things of Stone." And the Daemon replied, "I am Memory,and am wise in lore of the past, but I too am old. These beings were likethe waters of the river Than, not to be understood. Their deeds I recallnot, for they were but of the moment. Their aspect I recall dimly, it waslike to that of the little apes in the trees. Their name I recall clearly,for it rhymed with that of the river. These beings of yesterday were calledMan."

            Sothe Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and the Daemon looked intentlyat a little ape in a tree that grew in a crumbling courtyard.

                                                                               Primera aparición: United Co-operative, Junio de 1919
 
 
 

Bibliografía básica:
*Lovecraft, Howard Phillips: Hongos de Yuggoth. Ed. Valdemar,colección Diógenes.
*En esta página tienes una introducción antológica de los textos de H P Lovecraft.



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