On Poetry
THEME/S
A nectar-dew falls glimmering from the Unknown
To wake the shadowless seed of mystic love
Lost in the blind abysses of the brain.
A memory stirs the locked immensity—
An occult creative Eye now yearns afar.
Dreams upward through a gilded sky of mind,
The hard deceiving dome of a false heaven,
To an infinite ether of apocalypt blue.
Then slowly breaks on hyalines of hush
A white rumour of flames and fragrances,
A vast virginity kindles above time.
The lotus of the soul has lifted high
A million rapturous petal-arms to clasp
The secret of a sempiternal sun.
Sri Aurobindo's Comment
"All from the illumined mind—only some fines more intensely illumined than others, but all fine."
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