Meditations on Savitri Book 2 Canto 4


Savitri Book 2 Canto 4 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life

Adorer of a joy without a name,
In her obscure cathedral of delight
To dim dwarf gods she offers secret rites. ||37.21||
But vain unending is the sacrifice,
The priest an ignorant mage who only makes
Futile mutations in the altar’s plan
And casts blind hopes into a powerless flame. ||37.22||



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Book 2 Canto 4 Painting #1


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Book 2 Canto 4 Sketch #1






Savitri Book 2 Canto 4 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life

Ascending slowly with unconscious steps,
A foundling of the gods she wanders here
Like a child-soul left near the gates of Hell
Fumbling through fog in search of Paradise. ||37.28||



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Book 2 Canto 4 Painting #2


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Book 2 Canto 4 Sketch #2






Savitri Book 2 Canto 4 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life

As shines a solitary witness star
That burns apart, Light’s lonely sentinel,
In the drift and teeming of a mindless Night,
A single thinker in an aimless world
Awaiting some tremendous dawn of God,
He saw the purpose in the works of Time. ||40.2||



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Book 2 Canto 4 Painting #3


The Mother's sketch

Book 2 Canto 4 Sketch #3






Savitri Book 2 Canto 4 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life

The phantom of a dark and evil start
Ghostlike pursues all that we dream and do. ||40.20||
This was the first cry of the awaking world. ||40.22||
It clings around us still and clamps the god. ||40.23||



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Book 2 Canto 4 Painting #4


The Mother's sketch

Book 2 Canto 4 Sketch #4






Savitri Book 2 Canto 4 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life

In the enigma of the darkened Vasts,
In the passion and self-loss of the Infinite
When all was plunged in the negating Void,
Non-Being’s night could never have been saved
If Being had not plunged into the dark
Carrying with it its triple mystic cross. ||40.30||



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Book 2 Canto 4 Painting #5


The Mother's sketch

Book 2 Canto 4 Sketch #5






Savitri Book 2 Canto 4 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life

A blindfold search and wrestle and fumbling clasp
Of a half-seen Nature and a hidden Soul,
A game of hide and seek in twilit rooms,
A play of love and hate and fear and hope
Continues in the nursery of mind
Its hard and heavy romp of self-born twins. ||40.34||



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Book 2 Canto 4 Painting #6


The Mother's sketch

Book 2 Canto 4 Sketch #6






Savitri Book 2 Canto 4 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life

Huge armoured strengths shook the frail quaking ground,
Great puissant creatures with a dwarfish brain,
And pigmy tribes imposed their small life-drift. ||41.5||



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Book 2 Canto 4 Painting #7


The Mother's sketch

Book 2 Canto 4 Sketch #7






Savitri Book 2 Canto 4 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life

Beings were there who wore a human form;
Absorbed they lived in the passion of the scene,
But knew not who they were or why they lived: ||41.10||
Ardent from the sack of happy peaceful homes
And gorged with slaughter, plunder, rape and fire,
They made of human selves their helpless prey,
A drove of captives led to lifelong woe ||41.21||



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Book 2 Canto 4 Painting #8


The Mother's sketch

Book 2 Canto 4 Sketch #8






Savitri Book 2 Canto 4 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life

At first he saw a dim obscure mind-power
Moving concealed by Matter and dumb life. ||42.5||
In the deep midst of an unconscious world
Its huddled waves and foam of consciousness ran
Pressing and eddying through a narrow strait,
Carrying experience in its crowded pace. ||42.7||



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Book 2 Canto 4 Painting #9


The Mother's sketch

Book 2 Canto 4 Sketch #9






Savitri Book 2 Canto 4 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life

A little light in a great darkness born,
Life knew not where it went nor whence it came.
Around all floated still the nescient haze. ||42.39||



Painting by Huta

Book 2 Canto 4 Painting #10


The Mother's sketch

Book 2 Canto 4 Sketch #10