The Donkey
G. K. Chesterton
1874 to 1936
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. Take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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I keep my secret still.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
On all four-footed things.
When fishes flew and forests walked
And ears like errant wings,
Of ancient crooked will;
And figs grew upon thorn,
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
There was a shout about my ears,
Then surely I was born.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
One far fierce hour and sweet:
Fools! For I also had my hour;
Some moment when the moon was blood
The devil's walking parody
And palms before my feet.