Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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

Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems

81. The Secret People 1/1/2004
82. A Song Of Defeat 1/1/2004
83. Who Goes Home? 1/1/2004
84. A Hymn 1/1/2004
85. Americanisation 1/1/2004
86. The Ballad Of The White Horse 1/1/2004
87. Elegy In A Country Churchyard 1/1/2004
88. Gold Leaves 1/1/2004
89. Lepanto 1/1/2004
90. A Child Of The Snows 1/1/2004
91. Eternities 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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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 ...

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The New Omar

A Book of verses underneath the bough,
Provided that the verses do not scan,
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou,
Short-haired, all angles, looking like a man.

But let the wine be unfermented, Pale,
Of chemicals compounded, God knows how--
This were indeed the Prophet's Paradise,
O Paradise were Wilderness enow.

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