The fat lady came out first,tearing out roots and moistening drumskins
The fat ladywho turns dying octopuses inside out
The fat lady, the moon's antagonist,was running through the streets and deserted buildingsand leaving tiny skulls of ...
Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded blossoms part When Spring shines in the world and in the heart
As the full-moon-beams to the ferny floor Of summer woods through fl...
NG the men and women, the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Acknowledging none else—not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I am;
Some are baffled—But that one is not—that one kn...