“I'm pressed into the inside of a mask
At the back of love, the back of air, the back of light.”
                                
                                
                                
                                
                            
                                        
                                        "The Mask" 
The Still Centre (1939) 
Context: The seen and seeing softly mutually strike
Their glass barrier that arrests the sight.
But the world's being hides in the volcanoes
And the foul history pressed into its core;
And to myself my being is my childhood
And passion and entrails and the roots of senses;
I'm pressed into the inside of a mask
At the back of love, the back of air, the back of light.