Overhead Poetry

Gloam-Infinites

Gloam-innnites of trance!—but like a wound

Of vacancy unto my mortal heart

Came that aloof immeasurable peace.

The ear—a cavern lonely, echoless—

Waited in fear; then suddenly the spell

Of unknown firmaments broke to a close

Chirrup of some late passing bird, which drew

All the void dark and dreadful mystery

Into the music of one passionate kiss

Upon my blinded dream. I woke to feel

A human face yearning out of the vast.

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"It is very fine. The first three lines are the Higher Mind rising into the Illumined and are very powerful. The rest is of the Higher Mind, except it may be the two before the last which are somewhat mixed with the poetic intelligence."

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