Quote by: Robert E. Howard

The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then were made as one, And modest flowers waving in the sun. The mighty poets write in blood and tears And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears. They reach their mad blind hands into the night, To plumb abysses dead to human sight; To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled, Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby]


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Author Bio


  • NameRobert E. Howard
  • DescriptionAmerican author
  • AliasesRobert Ervin Howard; REH; R. E. Howard; Robert Howard; Two-Gun Bob; Bob Howard
  • BornJanuary 22, 1906
  • DiedJune 11, 1936
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter; Novelist
  • WorksThe Hour Of The Dragon; Worms Of The Earth; Pigeons From Hell