The Donkey Print
By G.K. Chesterton   
Wednesday, 14 August 2013


When fishes flew and forests walked   
  And figs grew upon thorn,   
Some moment when the moon was blood   
  Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry
  And ears like errant wings,   
The devil’s walking parody   
  On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
  Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,   
  I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
  One far fierce hour and sweet:   
There was a shout about my ears,
  And palms before my feet.

 

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