On Poetry
THEME/S
A giant earth-oblivion numbs the brain,
A stroke of trance making each limb fall loose
And narrow-hearted hungers crumble down!
The soul has broken through the walls of time,
The unlustred prison of the dreaming clay,
To a palace of imperishable gold—
No transient pauper day but shadowless dawn,
Eternal Truth's sun-gated infinite.
Sri Aurobindo's Comment
"It is mental throughout except the last line which has a touch of Higher Mind; but it is fine all the same. Quite up to the mark."
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