On Poetry
THEME/S
"No man to immortal beauty woke
But by My music of stroke on stroke
Should I disdain to hurt your deep
Rigidities of clay-bound sleep,
How would you bear a thrilled impress
Of My unshadowed loveliness?
Pain like a chisel I've brought to trace
The death of pain upon your face:
Each curve and line new-wrought shall be
A tangible God-ecstasy.
If earth's hard gloom I never broke
With the keen fire of shaping stroke,
Creation would forfeit its aim—
To house the paradisal flame
In no vague momentary mood
But kindle with infinitude
Rapture as of eternal stone!
Must not My love be hammer-willed
Its crowning masterpiece to build
From the dense quarry of body and bone?"
Sri Aurobindo's Comment
"It is a very fine poem, perfect in rhythm and expression. The inspiration is from an inner centre."
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