All poems in English including sonnets, lyrical poems, narrative poems, and metrical experiments in various forms.
Poems
This volume consists of all poems in English including sonnets, lyrical poems, narrative poems, and metrical experiments in various forms. All such poems published by Sri Aurobindo during his lifetime are included here, as well as poems found among his manuscripts after his passing. Sri Aurobindo worked on these poems over the course of seven decades. The first one was published in 1883 when he was ten; a number of poems were written or revised more than sixty years later, in the late 1940s.
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Poet, who first with skill inspired did teach Greatness to our divine Bengali speech,— Divine, but rather with delightful moan Spring's golden mother makes when twin-alone She lies with golden Love and heaven's birds Call hymeneal with enchanting words Over their passionate faces, rather these Than with the calm and grandiose melodies (Such calm as consciousness of godhead owns) The high gods speak upon their ivory thrones Sitting in council high,—till taught by thee Fragrance and noise of the world-shaking sea. Thus do they praise thee who amazed espy Thy winged epic and hear the arrows cry And journeyings of alarmèd gods; and due The praise, since with great verse and numbers new Thou mad'st her godlike who was only fair. And yet my heart more perfectly ensnare Thy soft impassioned flutes and more thy Muse To wander in the honied months doth choose Than courts of kings, with Sita in the grove Of happy blossoms, (O musical voice of love Murmuring sweet words with sweeter sobs between!) With Shoorpa in the Vindhyan forests green Laying her wonderful heart upon the sod
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Made holy by the well-loved feet that trod Its vocal shades; and more unearthly bright Thy jewelled songs made of relucent light Wherein the birds of spring and summer and all flowers And murmuring waters flow, her widowed hours Making melodious who divinely loved. No human hands such notes ambrosial moved; These accents are not of the imperfect earth; Rather the god was voiceful in their birth, The god himself of the enchanting flute, The god himself took up thy pen and wrote.
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