Let me be as maenad; I believe in this, most holy of parting
Let us weave our hair with ivy; We can believe in flowering
Let them strike rocks with thyrsus; Believe you me in water
Let the streams be milk and honey; A belief in this, nourisher
Let the wolf cubs come; We need not fear fires, believe me
Let the mad women roam; Hands break flesh, every army
The maenad, mad women of Baccus, wine-living harpies
We believe in the Delphic virgins; Let us dance in threes,
Millions, hundreds, any, always, all, infinite, on mountaintops.
Let us be Bassarid, Maenad, ecstasy-hunters. Let us be this.