On Poetry
THEME/S
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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