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When Fishes Flew

When fishes flew and forests

And figs grew upon

Some moment when the moon was

Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening

And ears like errant

The devil's walking

On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth.

Of ancient crooked will;

Starve, scourge, deride me:

I am dumbI 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.

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Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Gilbert Keith Chesterton (29 May 1874 – 14 June 1936) was an English writer, philosopher, lay theologian, and literary and art critic. He has be…

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