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#39;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.