Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Epitaph for G. K. Chesterton

Here lies nipped in this narrow cyst
The literary contortionist
Who prove and never turn a hair
That Darwin’s theories were a snare
He’d hold as true with tongue in jowl,
That Nature’s geocentric rule
... true and right
And if one with him could not see
He’d shout his choice word ‘Blasphemy’.

1. Paying Calls
2. I Found Her Out There
3. The Wind’s Prophecy
4. The Collector Cleans His Picture
5. When Dead

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