A poem by Sri Aurobindo
I cannot equal those most absolute eyes, Although they rule my being, with the stars, Nor floral rich comparisons devise To detail sweetness that your body wears. Nor in the heavens hints of you I find, Nor dim suggestions in this thoughtful eve; The moonlight of your darker grace is blind. Who can with such pale delicacies deceive A naked burning heart? Only one place Satisfies me of you, where the feet That I shall never clasp, with beauty press The barren earth in one place only sweet, One face in the wide world alone divine, The only one that never can be mine.
Part II : Baroda (Circa 1898-1902) > Sonnets from Manuscripts (Circa 1900-1901)
NOTES FROM EDITOR
Circa 1900-1901.
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