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Chesterton: “The Donkey”

20 March 2016

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The Donkey, by GK 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
Of 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 hours and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.

 

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  1. 20 March 2016 5:20 pm

    Reblogged this on The Harlemite and commented:
    Those of you who know me know how much I love donkeys. I’m very glad Mr. Chesterton paid them such an honor.

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