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.
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"When fishes flew and forests walked..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Gilbert Keith Chesterton delivers a powerful performance in "The Donkey"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...