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.
