Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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

Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems

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

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The Last Hero

The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,
And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide,
Spewed out of house and stable, beggared of flag and bride.
The heavens are bowed about my head, shouting like seraph wars,
With rains that might put out the sun and clean the sky of stars,
Rains like the fall of ruined seas from secret worlds above,
The roaring of the rains of God none but the lonely love.
Feast in my hall, O foemen, and eat and drink and drain,
You never loved the sun in...

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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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