Borges said:
he is Baldanders
and thereupon takes the forms of a man,
of an oak tree,
of a sow,
of a fat sausage,
of a field of clover,
of dung,
of a flower,
of a blossoming branch,
of a mulberry bush,
of a silk tapestry,
of many other things and beings,
and then, once more,
of a man.
I say:
I am the Baldanders