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.||A Child Of The Snows||1/1/2004|
|89.||Elegy In A Country Churchyard||1/1/2004|
|92.||The Last Hero||1/1/2004|
|93.||The Rolling English Road||1/1/2004|
|95.||A Ballade Of Suicide||1/1/2004|
|96.||A Prayer In Darkness||1/1/2004|
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A Prayer In Darkness
This much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave,
Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead,
Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave.
If I dare snarl between this sun and sod,
Whimper and clamour, give me grace to own,
In sun and rain and fruit in season shown,
The shining silence of the scorn of God.
Thank God the stars are set beyond my power,
If I must travail in a night of wrath,
Thank God my tears will never vex a moth,
Nor any curse of mine cut down a flower.
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.