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All poems in English including sonnets, lyrical poems, narrative poems, and metrical experiments in various forms.

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Sri Aurobindo

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.

The Complete Works of Sri Aurobindo (CWSA) Collected Poems Vol. 2 751 pages 2009 Edition
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Radha's Appeal

(Imitated from the Bengali of Chundidas)

O love, what more shall I, shall Radha speak,
    Since mortal words are weak?
        In life, in death,
    In being and in breath
No other lord but thee can Radha seek.

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About thy feet the mighty net is wound
    Wherein my soul they bound;
        Myself resigned
    To servitude my mind;
My heart than thine no sweeter slavery found.

I, Radha, thought; through the three worlds my gaze
    I sent in wild amaze;
        I was alone.
    None called me "Radha!", none;
I saw no hand to clasp, no friendly face.

I sought my father's house; my father's sight
    Was empty of delight;
        No tender friend
    Her loving voice would lend;
My cry came back unanswered from the night.

Therefore to this sweet sanctuary I brought
    My chilled and shuddering thought.
        Ah, suffer, sweet,
    To thy most faultless feet
That I should cling unchid; ah, spurn me not!

Spurn me not, dear, from thy beloved breast,
    A woman weak, unblest.
        Thus let me cling,
    Thus, thus about my king
And thus remain caressing and caressed.

I, Radha, thought; without my life's sweet lord,
    —Strike now thy mightiest chord—
        I had no power
    To live one simple hour;
His absence slew my soul as with a sword.

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If one brief moment steal thee from mine eyes,
    My heart within me dies.
        As girls who keep
    The treasures of the deep,
I string thee round my neck and on my bosom prize.









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