Overhead Poetry
Poems with Sri Aurobindo's Comments
- Editor's Introduction
- Consummation
- First Sight of Girnar
- This Errant Life
- Pool of Lonelinesses
- Madonna Mia
- Ne Plus Ultra
- Prelude
- Invocation to the Fourfold Divine
- Sri Aurobindo
- Through Vesper's Veil
- Agni
- The Sannyasi
- Innermost
- Vita Nuova
- The Triumph of Dante
- Mystic Mother
- Savitri
- Gnosis
- The Fall
- Overself
- Deeps
- Night Hills
- Ananda
- Gods
- Arch-Image
- Rishi
- Silver Grace
- Out of the Unknown
- Yoga
- Maya
- Gloam-Infinites
- Pleroma
- Two Birds
- Each Night
- God-Sculpture
- Evanescence
- Agni Jatavedas
- The Divine Denier
- Green Tiger
- A Diamond is Burning Upward
- Talisman
- Two Moments
- Soul of Song
- Cosmic Rhythms
- Unbirthed
- White Horse
- Orison
- Harmonies
- Descent
- Gulfs of Night
- Disclosure
- Mere of Dream
- A Poet's Stammer
- The Sacred Fire
- Appeal
- Great Mother
- Prayer
- Ojas
- Ascent
- Storm-Light
- No Mortal Breath
- Time-Telescope
- Night
- White Murder
- Moksha
- Love's Triumph
- Apotheosis
- Incarnation
- Night of Trance
- Ape on Fire
- In Terram
- A Metaphysical Poet to his Mistress
- Truth-Vision
- Above All Roses
- Exile
- Pharphar
- Sphere-Music
- Near and Far
- Your Face
- Dragon
- Thank God
- The Hierarchy of Being
- Absolute
- Deluge
- Himalaya
- Sky-Rims
- Mukti
- Nocturne
- The Close of Dante's Divina Commedia
- From Beatrice in Heaven
- God's World
- World-Poet
- Epilogue The Overhead Planes
In Terram
Why this indignity that from the brave
Height of soul-lustre into a broken grave
Man's yearning flesh should drop and all his drouth
Of planet-passion kiss the worm's cold mouth?
What treasure yet unknown draws down his mood,
Whose heart is fashioned for infinitude?
Surely some God-abyss calls out to him! ...
We die and all our winged senses dim
Because we have not dreamed the goal of birth,
The arcane eternity coring dull earth.
O omnipresent Light, break from below
As in the constellate seasons of our mind:
Rise up and flower in these cells of woe,
Flush the wan nerves, breathe your immense gold breath,
And make our limbs no longer grope to find
A heaven of quiet through world-weary death!
Sri Aurobindo's Comment
It is very fine. The thought is clear enough. Illumined Mind intuitive inspiration."
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