Overhead Poetry

Deluge

You fear clay's solid rapture will be gone

If once your love dives deep to the Unknown—

But how shall body not seem a hollow space

When the soul bears eternity's embrace?—

Eternity which to the outward glance

Is some unmoving painted sea of trance,

Lifeless, an artist's dream—but suddenly

Those phantom colours wake and the whole sea

Hurls from its pictured distance, drowning the eyes

In a passionate world of dense infinities!

No longer will you talk of shadowy bliss:

With measureless life God comes, and our flesh-form

Sways like a weed in His enfolding storm.

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"It is extremely fine and quite revealing and effective."

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