In My Stiff, Brocaded Gown. With My

May Is Much Sunshine Through Small Leaves.

How Hard, How Desperately Hard, Is The Way Of The Experimenter In Art!

Polyphonic Prose Is A Kind Of Free Verse, Except That It Is Still Freer. Polyphonic Makes Full Use Of Cadence, Rime, Alliteration, Assonance.

In My Stiff, Brocaded Gown. With My Powdered Hair And Jeweled Fan, I Too Am A Rare Pattern.

Witches Are Moon-birds, Witches Are The Women Of The False, Beautiful Moon.