A poem by Sri Aurobindo
Life, death,—death, life; the words have led for ages Our thought and consciousness and firmly seemed Two opposites; but now long-hidden pages Are opened, liberating truths undreamed. Life only is, or death is life disguised,— Life a short death until by life we are surprised.
Part III : Baroda and Bengal (Circa 1900-1909) > Poems from Ahana and Other Poems
NOTES FROM EDITOR
Circa 1900-1906.
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