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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.
Re: And then there's this one:
Date: 2005-09-22 08:05 pm (UTC)