You never loved your friends, my friends, as I will love my foes!

May 30, 2008, 11:26 am by Paul Stiverson

I’ve never been one for a poem
I’ve found them a waste of time
try and toil, studying a tome
never can make sense the rhyme.

Lo, this morn that did revise
no word, no sound hit my ear
but a verse opened my eyes
Everything finally made clear.

Enough with that gayety, on to the point of this post. This morning I was making my usual rounds, checking blogs, reading webcomics, and rather than the typically hilarious, sarcastic post from Paul Burns for America I found a glorious poem by a Gilbert Chesterton. It honestly did change my opinions of poetry… I hate to say it (because I thought it a contradiction), but this poem is fucking awesome. I leave you with a stanza.

The tide of battle changes, so may all battle be
I stole my lady bride from them; they stole her back from me
As I wrenched her from her red roofed halls, I rose and saw arise
More lovely than the living flowers, the hatred in her eyes
She never loved me, never wept, never was less divine
And sunset never knew us, her world was never mine
Was it all for nothing that she stood, imperial in duresse
Silence itself made softer with the sweeping of her dress
O you who drain the cup of life! O You who wear the crown!
You never loved a woman's smile as I have loved her frown!

The poem that opened the post was all me by the way.

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1 Comment

Mark Says:

Jun 4, 2008

gilbert chesterson sounds like the type of name you'd expect to introduce himself under the burden of megan's law.

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