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.
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Chesterton, you are a real talent - you could take that somewhere. The overt Christian message makes me shift uncomfortably - until I reflect that if you read "palms before my feet" as the palms of human hands, it becomes crazy and surreal, and I love it.
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for Nisaba M
This poet died in 1936 but your comment is testament to how powerful a poem can be to the individual.
Von - OldPoetry Team
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Wonderful
I have always loved this poem, since i first read
it at school.Really thought provoking, wonderful
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