Gilbert Keith Chesterton

(29 May 1874 – 14 June 1936 / London, England)

Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems

81. A Little Litany 1/1/2004
82. The Secret People 1/1/2004
83. Americanisation 1/1/2004
84. The Latest School 1/1/2004
85. A Song Of Defeat 1/1/2004
86. A Hymn 1/1/2004
87. A Prayer In Darkness 1/1/2004
88. Elegy In A Country Churchyard 1/1/2004
89. The Ballad Of The White Horse 1/1/2004
90. Lepanto 1/1/2004
91. Gold Leaves 1/1/2004
92. The Last Hero 1/1/2004
93. A Ballade Of Suicide 1/1/2004
94. A Child Of The Snows 1/1/2004
95. The Rolling English Road 1/1/2004
96. The Donkey 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Donkey

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then surely I was born;

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.

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The Englishman

St George he was for England,
And before he killed the dragon
He drank a pint of English ale
Out of an English flagon.
For though he fast right readily
In hair-shirt or in mail,
It isn't safe to give him cakes
Unless you give him ale.

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