Not quite Lovecraft ...

... no, not quite Lovecraft, but HPL wrote mnay a eulogy in poetry. And Mr. Kuttner was an acquaintance. The cat poem is an homage to Kappa Alpha Tau.

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In Memoriam: Henry Kuttner

(Los Angeles, 1914 - Santa Monica, February 4, 1958)

Tomorrow and tomorrow bring no more
Beggars in velvet, blind mice, piper's sons;
The fairy chessmen will take wind no more
In shock and clash by night where fury runs.
A gnome there was, whose paper ghost must know
That home there's no returning - that the line
To his tomorrow went with last year's snow.
Gallegher Plus no longer will design
Robots who have no tails; the private eye
That stirred two-handed engines, no more sees.
No vintage seasons more, or rich or wry,
That tantalize us even to the lees;
Their mutant branch now the dark angel shakes
And happy endings end when the bough breaks.

Karen Anderson

The Best From Fantasy and Science Fiction, Eighth Series, ed. Anthony Boucher, 1959, Doubleday & Company, Garden City, NY. p. 134.

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Ye Phantasie Writer and His Catte

I conjured kitty from midnight sleep
A long-legged Beastie to find.
Or Ghoulies and Ghosties, struck all of a heap
By the Cornish litany.

"Good Lord, deliver us!"
"Anathema," he whined.

Thus, great for grue to shiver us,
Beating my cat for spite -
Cruel, as I tried, upset by his clews.

"Fool!" said his mews to me,
"Look in thy closet, and write!"

Winona McClintic