Does someone know "errant wings" in Chesterton's Works?
From which Works?
Does someone know "errant wings" in Chesterton's Works?
From which Works?
The Donkey :
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.
This is so weird--I've been reading The Innocence of Father Brown on Litnet past couple days and now my favoroite well beloved moderator comments on Chesterton. And they say God doesn't have a sence of humor--or timing.
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