Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 2, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Donkey

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874 – 1936).

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.

Notes:
http://chesterton.org/
http://www.cse.dmu.ac.uk/~mward/gkc/index.html

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