On Poetry
THEME/S
I see your limbs aglow
With passionate will,
But touching their white flesh I know
Your love's intangible—
As if each fiery line
Of yearning clay
Brought only a mirror-shine
Of beacons far away!
Your flames unquenchable dart
Yet burn not by their kiss:
They flash around my heart
A dream of distances—
A rich wave-aureole
That lures beyond its tune
Of time the lustre-haunted soul
To a paradisal moon.
Sri Aurobindo's Comment
"It is a very fine lyrical poem, expressing with perfection what it had to say—it has the same quality as other lyrics of the kind formerly written by you—an entire precision and ease of language and rhythm, a precision that is intuitive and suggestive."
(Has this poem too "brainy" an air ? What do you think of the turn in the last stanza ?)
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