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stoutfellowPeople are posting favorite poems. Unfortunately, my taste runs to long works...
I've always liked this one, by Chesterton:
The Donkey
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorns
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.
I've always liked this one, by Chesterton:
The Donkey
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorns
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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And then there's this one:
Date: 2005-09-22 07:06 am (UTC)God who made me
to trudge along the road
always,
to carry heavy loads
always,
and to be beaten always!
Give me great courage and gentleness.
One day let somebody understand me --
that I may no longer want to weep
because I can never say what I mean
and they make fun of me.
Let me find a juicy thistle --
and make them give me time to pick it.
And, Lord, one day, let me find again
my little brother of the Christmas crib.
Carmen Bernos de Gasztold
Re: And then there's this one:
Date: 2005-09-22 05:35 pm (UTC)Re: And then there's this one:
Date: 2005-09-22 08:05 pm (UTC)Re: And then there's this one:
Date: 2005-09-22 09:28 pm (UTC)