Max, very droll, I can't help just having an image of someone's voice
breaking exactly on that 'I am dumb'.
On 27 January 2010 20:06, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> THE DONKEY
> G.K. Chesterton
>
> 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.
>
> [Recently translated from boy soprano to baritone, I sang this with three
> other
> classmates (a cappella) at our annual school concert in the Auckland Town
> Hall
> before a thousand bewildered parents.
> Just bringing it again to mind I feel a constriction in my throat.
> I am dumb, we bellowed.
> Max in Melbourne]
>
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