The Donkey
“I keep my secret still” /
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.
Also in this Issue
Issue 44 / March 17, 2016- Editor's Note from March 17, 2016
Issue 44: Walking Spain’s Camino, miscarriage and the universe, and a Good Friday groan. /
- Walk This Way
Notes from a journey on the Camino de Santiago. /
- I, Universe
What my miscarriage helped me see about my place in the cosmos. /
- Good Friday Blues
The devastating, wordless groaning of one of the greatest songs of all time. /
- Wonder on the Web
Issue 44: Links to amazing stuff.