The Donkey
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BY G. K. CHESTERTON
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.
Source: The Collected Poems of G. K. Chesterton (Dodd Mead
& Company, 1927)
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