The Donkey -poem

THE DONKEY
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. <