G. K. Chesterton – Poetry

We Know All Things But the Truth

Step softly, under snow or rain, To find the place where men can pray;The way is all so very plain That we may lose the way. Oh, we have learnt to peer and pore On tortured puzzles from our youth,We know all labyrinthine lore,We are the three wise men of yore, And we know allContinue reading “We Know All Things But the Truth”

The Donkey by G. K. Chesterton

When fishes flew and forests walkedAnd figs grew upon thorn,Some moment when the moon was bloodThen surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cryAnd ears like errant wings,The devil’s walking parodyOn 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.Continue reading “The Donkey by G. K. Chesterton”