When forests walked and fishes flew
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then, surely, I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening bray
And ears like errant wings—
The devil's walking parody
Of all four-footed things:
The battered outlaw of the earth
Of ancient crooked will;
Scourge, beat, 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 around my head
And palms about my feet.
8 comments:
What a happy child...great photos.
Beautiful shots! Treasures for the little kid.
Awesome poem, also. Just right for Christmas Day!
Oh what precious photos and I enjoyed the poem as well :)
Well he's adorable and that little tongue sticking our is so cute! Thanks Jilly!
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What fun for the little one! Great pictures, Jilly!!
this is one extremely happy and adorable child and a mah-velously groomed donkey!! ahh the donkey for all it's undeserved cantankerous and stubborn, slow reputational nature still a fabulous gentle animal for children. Surely the donkey new it's cargo was a treasure!!
How adorable. I rather like donkeys and it is nice to see just a tiny child on its back instead of some mammoth load.
Look at the happy face on that little one. Smile--a lesson learned.
Great poem.
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