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Collected Poems Vol. 2 of CWSA 751 pages 2009 Edition
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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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The Inconscient

Artist of cosmos wrapped in thy occult shadow,
Godhead sole awake in the dreams of Matter,
Thee and thy truth men searching for ever vainly,
                Find and are baffled.

Always thou workst and seemst not to know thy workings,
Yet thy touch, Geometer, wide-wayed Builder,
Vastest things can shape and minutest, potent,
                Patient, unerring.

All is thou or is thine but who art thou, Dreamer,
Paradox ensouling the soulless spaces,
Self-creator weaving thy magic figures,
                Mechanist Mystic?

Who thou art none knoweth, ungrasped thy nature,
Ever we see thee veiled by thy titan forces,
Only some dim greatness we feel, a mute-eyed
                Inscrutable Presence.

Ageless, formless, nameless and uncreated,
Lost in night where never was seed of living,
Ancient, mighty, lone is thy wordless spirit,
                Blind and immortal.

All at first was only thy giant shadow;
Time then was not, space was not yet imagined,
Thoughtless, soundless lay the inconscient ocean
                Emptily brooding.

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What compelled thee, O Void, to create and labour,
Or who rose up in thee, a living Maker?
How could thought begin in thy vacant silence
                Measureless, dateless?

All these stars that spin in the fields of Nothing,
Tiny Time-fires lit in thy untoned darkness
Faintly hailing through the enormous distance
                Aimless and lifeless,—

Why were they made, for what are their wheels and turnings,
Splendid desert-hearted disastrous burnings,
Mindless hopeless fierce inarticulate yearnings
                Fruitless for ever?

All these waves of forces that running circling
Leap by discontinuous starts through Nowhere,
Strangely born in quantums of causeless Matter
                Wombed out of Nihil—

Each is a lawless entity chance-directed,
Yet a law prevails in their sum of movement;
Is thy soul released in these particles formwards,
                Thy thought that governs?









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