On Poetry
THEME/S
In the roofless chamber walled
By the ivory mind;
An orb entranced glows
Where earth-storm never blows—
But the two wide eyes are blind
To its virgin soar behind
Their ruby and emerald.
The one pure bird finds rest
In the crescent moon of a nest
Which infinite boughs upbear....
Flung out on phantom air
In a colour-to-colour race
Yet never ending their quest,
The two birds dream they fly
Though fixed in the narrow sky
Of a futile human face.
Sri Aurobindo's Comment
"It sounds very surrealistic. Images and poetry very beautiful, but significance and connections are cryptic. Very attractive, though."
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