"She is all beauty –
this woman nude and terrible and black,
who tells the name of God
on the skulls of the dead,
who creates the bloodshed on which demons fatten,
who slays, rejoicing, and repents not,
and blesses him only that lies crushed beneath Her feet.
Her mass of black hair
flows behind Her like the wind,
or like time - the drift and passage of things.
She is blue almost to blackness,
like a mighty shadow,
and bare like the dread realities of life and death. O Mother Kali with a necklace of human heads! What magic hast Thou shown me!"