On Poetry
THEME/S
Stoop your calm beauty—let your shining hair
Unveil its ages of high secrecy
To float upon dull earth the frankincense
Your face of love burns to an infinite sky.
Fill life with mystic rondures of your breast
And all that worship dreamed unknowable
Bare through your body's perfect universe.
O mate the sculptor-vigil of our gloom
With those superb clay-lines that sing your soul:
Then every stroke of time shall carve to birth
Immortal moods lit by your ecstasy.
Sri Aurobindo's Comment
"Very fine poetry. Blank verse rhythm very good. Illumined Higher Mind."
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