Sunday, April 05, 2009

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.


Marco de Puna said...

Delightful!! Many thanks and have a Spirit-filled Holy week.

rightwingprof said...

One more week for us.

Mimi said...

A blessed Feast to you.

truthfinder said...

One of my all-time favorite poems.
(And long before I was Catholic, or knew who Chesterton was.) Thank you!