Who (Aurobindo Ghose Poems)
In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest,Whose is the hand that has painted the glow?When ...
In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest,Whose is the hand that has painted the glow?When ...
Alice grown lazy, mammoth but not fat,Declines upon her lost and twilight age;Above in the dozing leaves the grinning catQuivers ...
The stars are steady abune;I' the water they flichter and flee;But, steady aye, luikin doonThey ken theirsels i' the sea.A' ...
WHEN some sweet voice flows forth in foreign speech, The soul shines through the words, and makes them clear, And ...
As when desire, long darkling, dawns, and firstThe mother looks upon the newborn child,Even so my Lady stood at gaze ...
I hear the melancholy crying of birds in the night Over the long brown wrinkled fields that lie As far ...
Departed to the judgment,A mighty afternoon;Great clouds like ushers leaning,Creation looking on.The flesh surrendered, cancelledThe bodiless begun;Two worlds, like audiences, ...
Gliding through the still air, he made no sound; Wing-shod and deft, dropped almost at her feet, And searched the ...
The Battle fought between the Soul And No Man -- is the One Of all the Battles prevalent -- By ...
Departed -- to the Judgment -- A Mighty Afternoon -- Great Clouds -- like Ushers -- learning -- Creation -- ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
1 BROTHER of all, with generous hand, Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, ...
1 HARK! some wild trumpeter-some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, ...
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless ...
Where far in forest I am laid, In a place ringed around by stones, Look for no melancholy shade, And ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
Full of her long white arms and milky skin He had a thousand times remembered sin. Alone in the press ...
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over - all the stories are ...
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
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