miscellany

26 june 2018


SO HOW DID WE GET TO HERE ?

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ARTICLES

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           All original writing

           2014, 2015, 2016, 2017,            2018        Ian McLauchlin

AND THESE

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.