REH Word of the Week: pent Essay
- shut up; confined
[origin: ca. 1550; probably from past participle of obsolete English pend to confine]
Drowsy and dull with age the houses blink,
On aimless streets that youthfulness forget —
But what time-grisly figures glide and slink
Down the old alleys when the moon has set?
They say foul things of Old Times still lurk
In Dark forgotten corners of the world,
And gates still gape to loose, on certain nights,
Shapes pent in hell . . .
Tread not where stony deserts hold
Lost secrets of an alien land,
And gaunt against the sunset’s gold
Colossal nightmare towers stand.
[from “The House in the Oaks”; to read the complete poem see The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard, p. 236 and Robert E. Howard Selected Poems, p. 35]