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 assasins.

— 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, veerings 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 volcanos and grottos of the arctic seas.

The banner...