Poetry Corner
(an occasional poem from my personal favourites)
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.
Previous:
The Listeners - Walter de la Mare
The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling
A Forsaken Garden - Algernon Charles Swinburne
The Rider at the Gate - John Masefield
Meeting at Night - Robert Browning
In Flanders Fields - John McCrae
The Isle - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Love's Labour's Lost, Act V, Scene 2 (Winter) - William Shakespeare
little tree - E.E. Cummings
The Shortest Day - Susan Cooper
My Last Duchess - Robert Browning
The Elfin Artist - Alfred Noyes
Cargoes - John Masefield
The Splendour Falls - Alfred, Lord Tennyson