COLLECTED POEMS
SRI AUROBINDO
CONTENTS
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Perfect thy motion
Perfect thy motion ever within me,
Master of mind. Brilliant and blind, These thou linkest, the world to mould, Writing the thought in a scroll of gold
Violet-lined. Bringing another, like waves that roll And sink supine.
Ye
weeping poplars by the shelvy slope
Say what compulsion drear has bid you seam That
in warm rillets from your eyes elope?
Pale-gilded Autumn, aesthete of the years, Creep slothfully this ooze of amber tears And thus with tearful gusts your branches sway Sighing a requiem to your emerald day? Page-7 |