The Donkey, poesia della Domenica delle Palme.

 THE DONKEY

G.K.  CHESTERTON

When fishes flew and forest 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;

Stave, 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.

Illustration to "The Donkey" by
G.K. Chesterton:
"When Fishes Flew and Forests Walked"
by Tom Chadwick (1938)