I resurrect here a picture I've posted before, in a bit of a tribute to the muse in my head today. I've been rereading parts of James Merrill's Book of Ephraim, which may explain her presence in my head. That said, I'll let him offer his words to her: mine are ill-informed at best.

Deren, Elanora ("Maya")
1917-61, doyenne of our
American experimental film
Mistress moreover of a lifestyle not
For twenty years to seem conventional.
Fills her Village flat with sacred objects
Dolls, drums, baubles that twirl and shimmer,
Stills from work in progress, and underfoot
The latest in a lineage of big, black,
Strangely accident-prone Haitian cats.
Dresses her high-waisted, maiden-breasted
Person--russet afro, agate eyes--
In thriftshop finery.