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[kz_001]

http://cgi.ebay.com/.....AMESE:IT&rd=1
Night Images poetry by Rober E Howard Only 1000 books made I love the book but have to many to handle

[Kane]

If I had the money it would be MINE!!!

BTW, for any of the newer members interested in REH's poetry, check out;

http://www.conan.com...p?showtopic=115

[Koehn]

I once had a book called "the black Reaper" by millenium press which held many peoms by REH. One in particular was titled "Empire" I lost the book and now cannot for the life of me find it anywhere. Im know it has an alternate title, but I do not know it and I just really want the poem. Can Somebody please help...

[Koehn]

Thank you so much it has truly been a bane to me.

[Freebooter]

Hello all,
Does anyone know if REH had any poems about archers? Heck, maybe I will write one!
Thanks,
Freebooter

[godzilladude]

Hello all,
Does anyone know if REH had any poems about archers? Heck, maybe I will write one!
Thanks,
Freebooter

A long bow and a strong bow, and let the sky grow dark!
The cord to the nock, the shaft to the ear, and the king of Koth for a mark!
?Song of the Bossonian Archers .
From The Scarlet Citadel

[Freebooter]

I wonder if there is any more to it. I am rereading all the stories again and will get to that one too.
Thanks,
Freebooter

[Devingion]

Greetings to all,

I have spent many months looking for a poem by Robert E. Howard that I have been unable to find. Maybe I just have poor research skills, maybe not. Either way hopefully someone here can help.
All I know is the poem is called "The man who walked with Satan."

Can anyone help locate a copy of this poem? Or point me in the right direction?
Any help is graciously appreciated.

Cheers.

[Strom]

Greetings to all,

I have spent many months looking for a poem by Robert E. Howard that I have been unable to find. Maybe I just have poor research skills, maybe not. Either way hopefully someone here can help.
All I know is the poem is called "The man who walked with Satan."

Can anyone help locate a copy of this poem? Or point me in the right direction?
Any help is graciously appreciated.

Cheers.

Welcome Devingion to the site. The poem you are looking for can be found in the book Singers in the Shadows. I've seen the book available on different internet sites and my local used bookstore even had a copy.

Singers in the Shadows

Also a new book is coming soon of Robert E. Howard's poetry titled Rhymes of Salem Town and Other Poems:

Rhymes of Salem Town and Other Poems

Also, if you are in the area there is going to be a Robert E. Howard Poetry Slam on Jan. 13th:

REH Memorial Poetry Slam

Good luck!

[Devingion]

Thank you very much.

[Stormcrow]

Hello all,
Does anyone know if REH had any poems about archers? Heck, maybe I will write one!
Thanks,
Freebooter

While I'm not positive I've seen EVERY fragment or variation from the poetry, I have looked at pretty much everything available (published and some as yet unpublished) while working on ROBERT E. HOWARD: SELECTED POEMS.

I don't believe that there are any specifically with an archer or archers "up front" as characters. Weapons in general are mentioned in many, of course -- usually swords, axes, spears, etc.

I'm working up a searchable database in the course of my study of the poetry for eventual collaboration in the some-day-down-the -road COLLECTED POEMS. I'm near completion on this and I'll run Archer(s), Archery, Bow, Arrow, etc. through that mill.

Stormcrow
(aka Frank Coffman)

[Stormcrow]

Hello all,
Does anyone know if REH had any poems about archers? Heck, maybe I will write one!
Thanks,
Freebooter

A long bow and a strong bow, and let the sky grow dark!
The cord to the nock, the shaft to the ear, and the king of Koth for a mark!
?Song of the Bossonian Archers .
From The Scarlet Citadel

Paul hit upon a great epigraph here re: archery. Of course there are these many 2 to 4 line (or so) poetic "snippets" that Howard used in his Fiction (to into stories and chapters, etc.) In many of these, he was influenced by [or directly used] G. K. Chesterton's THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HORSE (one of REH's favorite long narrative poems). In many others -- such as this one -- Howard did what Lin Carter called (I've forgotten where, but in one of the Ballantine Fantasy series introductions) "the Pretended Authority" -- the use of a snippet or fragment from a SUPPOSEDLY complete actual work. This corresponds to stuff like Lovecraft's Necronomicon, etc.

Tolkien did references too, of course -- but in Tolkien's case, he'd already written the full other text as a complete work, often unpublished but sitting in his voluminous notes and eventual appendices (or those gathered by his son Christopher).

[balthus]

Can someone tell me which poems are in the Voices of the Night collection and in the Ghost Ocean collection? thanks

[terryallenuk]

Can someone tell me which poems are in the Voices of the Night collection and in the Ghost Ocean collection? thanks

Check out http://www.howardwor...ofthenight.html
and http://www.howardwor...ghostocean.html

Terry

[balthus]

Can someone tell me which poems are in the Voices of the Night collection and in the Ghost Ocean collection? thanks

Check out http://www.howardwor...ofthenight.html
and http://www.howardwor...ghostocean.html

Terry

Thank you for the information.

[timeless]

The Moor Ghost

They hauled him to the crossroads
As day was at its close;
They hung him to the gallows
And left him for the crows.

His hands in life were bloody,
His ghost will not be still
He haunts the naked moorlands
About the gibbet hill.

And oft a lonely traveler
Is found upon the fen
Whose dead eyes hold a horror
Beyond the world of men.

The villagers then whisper,
With accents grim and dour:
"This man has met at midnight
The phantom of the moor."

[godzilladude]

The Moor Ghost

They hauled him to the crossroads
As day was at its close;
They hung him to the gallows
And left him for the crows.

His hands in life were bloody,
His ghost will not be still
He haunts the naked moorlands
About the gibbet hill.

And oft a lonely traveler
Is found upon the fen
Whose dead eyes hold a horror
Beyond the world of men.

The villagers then whisper,
With accents grim and dour:
"This man has met at midnight
The phantom of the moor."

Both this poem and the story Moon of Skulls, which is VERY similar, were sold to WT at about the same time, and I thought it interesting. Likely dreamed up the bit of horror verse first, then decided to use it to create a horror story for his hero Solomon Kane.

[timeless]

This is interesting, too. By Lin Carter. From Savage Sword of Conan #8 (great art by Jess Jodloman). Carter's poetry bears a closer resemblance to Bob Howard's writing than his pastiches stories, I think.





The Death Song of Conan the Cimmerian


The road was long and the road was hard,
And the sky was cold and grey:
The dead white moon was a frozen shard
In the dim dawn of day:
But thief and harlot, king and guard
Warrior, wizard, knave and bard
Rode with me all the way.

The wind was sharp as a whetted knife
As it blew from the wet salt seas;
The storm wind stirred to a ghostly life
The gaunt black skeletal trees:
But I drank the foaming wine of life
Wine of plunder and lust and strife
Down to the bitter lees.

A boy, from the savage north I came
To cities of silk and sin.
With torch and steel, in blood and flame,
I won what a man may win:
Aye, gambled and won at the Devil's game
Splendor and glory and glittering flame
And mocked at Death's skull-grin.

And there were foemen to fight and slay
And friends to love and trust:
And crowns to conquer and toss away
And lips to taste with lust:
And songs to keep black nights at bay
And wine to swill to the break of day
What matter the end be dust?

I've won my share of your gems and gold
They crumble into clods:
I've gorged on the best that life can hold:
And the Devil take the odds:
The grave is deep and the night is cold
The world's a skull-full of stinking mould
And I laugh at your little gods!

The lean road slunk through a blasted land
Where the earth was parched and black.
But we were a merry, jesting band
Who asked no easier track:
Rogue and reaver and firebrand
And life rode laughing at my right hand
And Death rode at my back.

The road was dusty and harsh and long
Crom, but a man gets dry!
I'm old and weary and Death is strong
But flesh was born to die:
Hai, Gods! But it was a merry throng
Rode at my side with jest and song
Under an empty sky.

I've heard fat, cunning priestlings tell
How damned souls writhe and moan:
That paradise they can buy and sell
For gold and gold alone:
To the flames with scripture and priest as well
I'll stride down the scarlet throat of hell
And dice for the Devil's throne!

I faced life boldly and unafraid
Should I flinch as Death draws near?
Life's but a game Death and I have played
Many a wearisome year:
Hai! to the gallant friends I made
Slave and swordsman and lissome maid
I begrudge no foot of the road I strayed
The road which endeth HERE!

[deuce]

Thanks for that, Timeless. I've read a lot of Lin's poetry, here and there, but I've never seen that poem. I would've rather seen Lin's poem at the end of "Conan the Conqueror" (or "the Swordsman) than read "the Liberator", "of Aquilonia", "of the Isles" etc...

[timeless]

I don't know LC's poetry other than that. And I don't remember his poetry at the end of 'Conqueror' (the Lancer edition being my introduction to Bob Howard...god I devoured that book) or in 'The Swordsman'...and I did buy that, it being my introduction to the pastiches.

Can you post any of those? I'd like to read them.

Here's another from Two-Gun Bob. This one definitely shows a different side of him. I bet he was a pretty cool guy to pal around with on youthful party trips:


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The Bar By The Side Of The Road


There are liquorless souls that follow paths
Where whiskey never ran --
Let me live in a bar by the side of the road
And drink from the old beer can.

Let me live in a bar by the side of the road
Where the race of man goes dry,
The men who are "drys" and the men who are "wets"
(But none are so "wet" as I.)

I see from the bar by the side of the road,
A land with a droutht accurst;
And men who press on with the ardour of beer,
And men who are faint with thirst.

I know there are bars in Old Mexico,
And schooners of glorious height.
That the booze splashes on through the long afternoon,
And floods through the gutters of night.

But still I take gin when the travelers take gin
And Scotch with the whiskey man,
Nor ever refuse a thirsty soul
A swig from my old beer can.

For why should I praise Prohibition's restraints,
Or love the revenue man?
Let me live in a bar by the side of the road
And drink from the old beer can!

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LOL! Love it!

hahaha

Think I'll pour a Guinness and toast ol' Two Gun...