Friday, March 21, 2008

Quote of the Day

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.

(The Donkey, by G. K. Chesterton. Paper cutout, comme d'habitude, from Patricia at Agence Eureka)

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