Overhead Poetry

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Prelude

O Fire divine, make this great marvel pass,

That some pure image of thy shadowless will

May float within my song's enchanted glass!

Sweep over my breath of dream thy mystic mood,

O Dragon-bird whose golden harmonies fill

With rays of rapture all infinitude!...

Or else by unexplorable magic rouse

The distance of a superhuman drowse,

A paradisal vast of love unknown,

That even through a nakedness of night

My heart may feel the puissance of thy light,

The blinding lustre of a measureless sun!

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"Very fine—language and rhythm remarkably harmonious, teres tot-usque rotundus¹ — the expression very felicitous and embodying exactly the thing seen. Source is poetic intelligence drawn back into inner mind and lifting towards the overhead planes from which it receives its vision and substance and a certain breath of subtlety and largeness."

¹ "Smooth, complete and rounded." (K.D.S.)

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