Barbarian

Long after the days and the seasons, and people and countries.

The banner of raw meat against the silk of seas and arctic flowers;

(they do not exist). Recovered from the old fanfares of heroism,--

which still attack the heart and head,-- far from the old assassins.

-- Oh! the banner of raw meat against the silk of seas and arctic flowers;

(they do not exist).-- Bliss! Live embers raining in gusts of frost.--

Bliss!-- fires in the rain of the wind of diamonds

flung out by the earth's heart eternally carbonized for us.

-- O world! (Far from the old retreats and the old flames, still heard, still felt.)

Fire and foam. Magic, veering of chasms and clash of icicles against the stars.

O bliss, O world, O music! And forms, sweat, eyes

and long hair floating there. And white tears boiling,--

O bliss!-- and the feminine voice reaching to the bottom of volcanoes

and grottos of the arctic seas. The banner...