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COLLECTED POEMS
SRI AUROBINDO
CONTENTS
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Love in Sorrow
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Do you remember, Love, that sunset pale
When from near meadows sad with mist the breeze The ghostly river sobbed among the trees? I think that Nature heard our misery Weep
to itself and wept for sympathy.
In ambush by the solitary stream Much less of love or friendship dared we dream. Rather we thought that loneliness and we Were
wed in marble perpetuity.
Alas, what was there that a man should love? And even my mother bade me homeless rove. And I had wronged my youth and nobler powers By
weak attempts, small failures, wasted hours.
And murmured; "I am overborne with grief Oh me! my life is like an aspen leaf That shakes but will not fall. My thoughts are blind And
life so bitter that death seems almost kind.
Of the moon's brightness and the splendid stars, Nor blind my soul with images, nor force My lips to mirth whose later taste is death, Nor
with vain utterance load my weary breath."
To human ears, but you were hidden, sweet, Page-22 Upon your lonely muse. Ah, kindly feet That brushed the grass in tender haste to bind Another's
wounds, you were less wise than kind.
I am your sister more than you unblest." I rose and kissed you, sweet. Your lips were warm And
drew my heart out like a witch's charm.
In silent power above the silent street. Linger a moment, then the dusk defeat My eyes, and, listening, heard your footsteps fade On
the sad leaves of the autumnal glade.
For either in my blood the autumn sang Failed in the light of bitter knowledge– rang A voice that said, "Behold the loves too pure To
live, the joy that never shall endure."
But that it sees its autumn cold and sere Beyond the gardens of the vernal year. Yet will I not my weary heart constrain But take you, sweet, and sweet surcease from pain. Page-23 |