Poetry, Love Poems, Love Poetry, Black Poetry, Famous Poets, Tho Hay, Tho Tinh » G.K. Chesterton http://www.vnpoems.com Tho Tinh, Tho Hay, Tho Tinh Yeu, Tho Xuan Dieu, Tho Vui, Tho Buon, Tho Hoc Tro, Love Poems, Sad Poems, Poetry Collection, Poems Collection, Short Poems, Famous Poems, Funny Poems, Inspirational Poems, Friendship Poems, Poems About Life, Romantic Poems Thu, 09 Feb 2012 10:32:07 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 A Ballade of Suicide http://www.vnpoems.com/g-k-chesterton/a-ballade-of-suicide-3/ http://www.vnpoems.com/g-k-chesterton/a-ballade-of-suicide-3/#comments Wed, 27 Jan 2010 17:50:48 +0000 admin http://www.vnpoems.com/?p=1163 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 cooked another way
I never read the works of Juvenal
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall;
Rationalists are growing rational
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray,
So secret that the very sky seems small
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

ENVOI

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

]]> http://www.vnpoems.com/g-k-chesterton/a-ballade-of-suicide-3/feed/ 0 A Ballade of Suicide http://www.vnpoems.com/g-k-chesterton/a-ballade-of-suicide-2/ http://www.vnpoems.com/g-k-chesterton/a-ballade-of-suicide-2/#comments Sat, 26 Dec 2009 16:32:47 +0000 admin http://www.vnpoems.com/?p=1142 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 cooked another way
I never read the works of Juvenal
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall;
Rationalists are growing rational
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray,
So secret that the very sky seems small
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

ENVOI

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

Source:poetry-online.org

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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 cooked another way
I never read the works of Juvenal
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall;
Rationalists are growing rational
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray,
So secret that the very sky seems small
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

ENVOI

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall
I think I will not hang myself to-day

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