Friday, April 11, 2014

the donkey

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.  

"The Donkey" by G. K. Chesterton, from The Collected Poems of G. K. Chesterton (Dodd Mead & Company, 1927)  
[Photo of Paramo donkey from Wikimedia Commons.]

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