Overhead Poetry

Dragon

A cry of gold piercing the spine's dark sleep,

A dragon fire consuming mortal thought,

An aureoled hunger that makes time fall dead,

My passion curves from bliss to heavenward bliss.

Kindling the rhythm of a myriad smile,

This white wave lifted by some virgin deep

I Breaks through the embodied moments of the mind

To a starry universe of infinite trance.

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"All the lines are very fine, especially those marked. The three first of each stanza have a great intensity of vision—Higher Mind plus Overmind Intuition touch. The last—Higher Mind plus Illumined Mind—is not equal in vision but still not too far below."

(Is it a bad habit on my part or the natural movement of a certain type of inspiration to have several appositional lines in a poem ?)

"I suppose it is the natural movement of the inspiration cumulating illustrative images to light up something unfamiliar to the mind."

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(I have the feeling that this work, which brings in the highest "overhead" as part of its theme, has on the whole the overhead afflatus. How would you estimate it as poetry?)

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