Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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|
|86.||The Ballad Of The White Horse||1/1/2004|
|87.||Elegy In A Country Churchyard||1/1/2004|
|90.||A Child Of The Snows||1/1/2004|
|92.||The Last Hero||1/1/2004|
|93.||The Rolling English Road||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 ...
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.