G. K. Chesterton Poems

  • 101.  
    BAVARIA, VIOLATING BELGIAN NEUTRALITY-Stated on German authority in the “Westminster Gazette”
  • 102.  
    The line breaks and the guns go under,
    The lords and the lackeys ride the plain;I draw deep breaths of the dawn and thunder,
  • 103.  
    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,
  • 104.  
    Fair faces crowd on Christmas night
    Like seven suns a-row,But all beyond is the wolfish wind
  • 105.  
    Why should I care for the Ages
    Because they are old and grey?To me, like sudden laughter,
  • 106.  
    All day the nations climb and crawl and pray
    In one long pilgrimage to one white shrine,Where sleeps a saint whose pardon, like his peace,
  • 107.  
    When God turned back eternity and was young,
    Ancient of Days, grown little for your mirth(As under the low arch the land is bright)
  • 108.  
    O God of earth and altar,
    Bow down and hear our cry.Our earthly rulers falter,
  • 109.  
    All things grew upwards, foul and fair:
    The great trees fought and beat the airWith monstrous wings that would have flown;
  • 110.  
    To J.S.M.

  • 111.  
    The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
    His hair was like a light.(O weary, weary were the world,
  • 112.  
    My Lady clad herself in grey,
    That caught and clung about her throat;Then all the long grey winter day
  • 113.  
    There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
    And never before or again, When the nights are strong with a darkness long,
  • 114.  
    That night the whole world mingled,
    The souls were babes at play,And angel danced with devil.
  • 115.  
    Though all the critics' canons grow-
    Far seedier than the actors' own-Although the cottage-door's too low-
  • 116.  
    The gallows in my garden, people say,
    Is new and neat and adequately tall.I tie the noose on in a knowing way
  • 117.  
    They spoke of Progress spiring round,
    Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-It is not true to say I frowned,
Total 117 poems written by G. K. Chesterton

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The Comedian As The Letter C: 05 - A Nice Shady Home
 by Wallace Stevens

Crispin as hermit, pure and capable,
Dwelt in the land. Perhaps if discontent
Had kept him still the pricking realist,
Choosing his element from droll confect
Of was and is and shall or ought to be,
Beyond Bordeaux, beyond Havana, far
Beyond carked Yucatan, he might have come
To colonize his polar planterdom

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