Thursday, June 16, 2011


This is something I learned at School and can still recite from heart and I thought in light of the lunar eclipse it would be a good time to post it.

by: G.K. Chesterton
      HEN 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.


Tiili said...

Good heavens we did go to different schools! We did Shakespeare (not as much as I would like), Banjo Paterson, Henry Lawson, I remember vividly spending 2 months in English on "milk blood to keep from drying out" as one line in a song was pulled to pieces systematically, "I can Jump Puddles" was a favourite that I loved.
School Days, where learning began to challenge my thought processes!

Linda said...

I too remember with affection Allan Marchall's I can jump puddles and on a visit to friends in Victoria in recent years was fortunate enough to spent time at the School at Noorat where he lived. It was an anniversary of some sort and lots of back to school events. It was wonderful.

My mind was exposed to all sorts of writing both at school and at home and it amazing how much I can recall from my "Speech Choir" days.

Love and hugs,

ladychiara said...

Thanks for a memory Linda. I remember this poem too yet if you had named the poem or the author I shouldn't have had a clue....
Hugs xx