Find Reasons to Continue On
An Illustrated Poem from the Past
I make no secret of the shadows in my past. This poem is sardonic, dark, and wry. If you, like the poet, are making ready to prematurely end, then I prithee: find reasons to carry on. There are many reasons, from spite to good food to the next book you’ll read. Find enough reasons and you’ll discover life again.
A Ballade of Suicide
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.
—GK Chesterton
Excellent!
And a worthy reminder in a time when so many are black pilled. "Find Reasons" is a thing worth hearing.
Hmmm ... still wrestling with:
"And through thick woods one finds a stream astray
So secret that the very sky seems small"
Great to have more Chesterton. Talk about a man who had a passion for life and living!