Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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

Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems

81. The Secret People 1/1/2004
82. A Hymn 1/1/2004
83. Who Goes Home? 1/1/2004
84. The Ballad Of The White Horse 1/1/2004
85. A Child Of The Snows 1/1/2004
86. Americanisation 1/1/2004
87. Lepanto 1/1/2004
88. A Little Litany 1/1/2004
89. Elegy In A Country Churchyard 1/1/2004
90. Eternities 1/1/2004
91. Gold Leaves 1/1/2004
92. The Last Hero 1/1/2004
93. The Rolling English Road 1/1/2004
94. The Donkey 1/1/2004
95. A Prayer In Darkness 1/1/2004
96. A Ballade Of Suicide 1/1/2004

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  • Michael Walker Michael Walker (7/31/2019 9:05:00 PM)

    I have read some of his novels and poems. essentially, Chesterton is a conservative, religious Englishman,
    but that is far from the whole story. He is still relevant today.

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  • Johnathan James (11/30/2018 10:27:00 PM)

    God blessed this brilliant mind

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Best Poem of Gilbert Keith Chesterton

A Ballade Of Suicide

The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours--on the wall--
Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"
The strangest whim has seized me. . . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay--
My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall--
I see a little cloud all pink and grey--
Perhaps the rector's mother will not call-- I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be ...

Read the full of A Ballade Of Suicide

The Great Minimum

It is something to have wept as we have wept,
It is something to have done as we have done,
It is something to have watched when all men slept,
And seen the stars which never see the sun.

It is something to have smelt the mystic rose,
Although it break and leave the thorny rods,
It is something to have hungered once as those
Must hunger who have ate the bread of gods.