I dreamed as in my bed I lay, All night's fathomless wisdom come, That I had shorn my locks away And laid them on Love's lettered tomb: But something bore them out of sight In a great tumult of the air, And after nailed upon the night Berenice's burning hair. -W.B. Yeats
PUPPETEER FEEDING An elderly woman has received a puppet that she controls so as to feed squirrels at their own level. She frequents Washington Square Park in New York City. There's a man who makes the marionettes and puts on shows. He made this woman in marionette form.