Divine Sense

A poem by Sri Aurobindo


Divine Sense

Surely I take no more an earthly food
    But eat the fruits and plants of Paradise!
For Thou hast changed my sense's habitude
    From mortal pleasure to divine surprise.

Hearing and sight are now an ecstasy,
    And all the fragrances of earth disclose
A sweetness matching in intensity
    Odour of the crimson marvel of the rose.

In every contact's deep invading thrill,
    That lasts as if its source were infinite,
I feel Thy touch; Thy bliss imperishable
    Is crowded into that moment of delight.

The body burns with Thy rapture's sacred fire,
Pure, passionate, holy, virgin of desire.



Part VII : Pondicherry (Circa 1927-1947) > Sonnets from Manuscripts (Circa 1934-1947)   



NOTES FROM EDITOR

1 November 1939. Three handwritten manuscripts.



Manuscript