On Poetry
THEME/S
Giant roses,
Gods of light,
Glory and laugh and mingle
On a dreamy height.
But, ever and ever
Above rose-red
Flame and forgetfulness,
Vigilling unwed
Is a white, immense,
Miraculous-blown
Lily beyond time's dearth
Yet very alone.
Omnipotence,
Infinitude,
Eternity of splendour—
All are subdued
To a virgin breath
Calling the far
Earth-glooms of pain to marry
Its soul of star.
And therefore life
Yearns and yearns—
Feeling some limitless rapture
Unmated burns.
Sri Aurobindo's Comment
"Very fine. All such poems come from the Intuition plane."
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