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. —G. K. Ch^erton.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 19, 13 April 1927, Page 12
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94THE DONKEY Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 19, 13 April 1927, Page 12
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