Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Donkey

               Today is Palm Sunday.  I learnt this poem when I was little.
It's still one of my favourites.


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.

G.K. Chesterton

1 comment:

  1. Nell's favourite, Blake's words:

    To see a world in a grain of sand
    And a heaven in a wild flower,
    Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
    And eternity in an hour.

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