Central is important to me because it contains many who have never explored their inner life and antagonistic to anyone who tries.
This is important to me because normally I avoid such people. But here I take them head on.
And not only do I take them head on but I manage to remain in touch with my inner self at the same time.
I know where this is leading me. It is leading me here -
Long after the days and the seasons, and the beings and the countries,
The pennant of bloody meat against the silk of arctic seas and flowers; (they don't exist.)
Recovered from old fanfares of heroism—which still attack our hearts and heads—far from the ancient assassins—
Oh! The pennant of bloody meat against the silk of arctic seas and flowers; (they don't exist)
Live coals raining down gusts of frost,—Sweetness!—those flashes in the rain of the wind of diamonds thrown down by the terrestrial heart eternally charred for us.—O world!—
(Far from the old refuges and the old fires that we can hear, can smell,)
The live coals and the foam. Music, wheeling of abysses and shock of ice floes against the stars.
O Sweetness, O world, O music! And there, shapes, sweat, tresses and eyes, floating. And the white, boiling tears,—O sweetness!—and the voice of woman reaching to the depths of the arctic volcanoes and caverns.
The pennant .....
This is the perfect expression of the inner life and is addressed to you.
But after writing this poem the poet knew the barbarians had defeated him and he never wrote another poem. He gave up poetry entirely, he gave up his life, and went to sell arms to the arabs.
But you haven't defeated me even after 10,000 posts, and you may well hate your inner life but remember, your inner life hates you.