{"id":1428,"date":"2013-07-13T01:34:44","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:34:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=1428"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:34:44","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:34:44","slug":"25-to-the-sea-vol-05-collected-poems-volume-05","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/01-sabcl\/05-collected-poems-volume-05\/25-to-the-sea-vol-05-collected-poems-volume-05","title":{"rendered":"-25_To The Sea.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\nTo
\nthe Sea<\/font><\/span><\/b> <\/p>\n

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\nO
\ngrey wild sea,
\nThou hast a message, thunderer, for me.<\/b> <\/p>\n

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Their
\nhuge wide backs
\nThy monstrous billows raise, abysmal cracks <\/p>\n

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Dug
\ndeep between.<\/b>
\nOne pale boat flutters over them, hardly seen. <\/p>\n

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I
\nhear thy roar
\nCall me, \u201cWhy dost thou linger on the shore <\/p>\n

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With
\nfearful eyes
\nWatching my tops visit their foam-washed skies? <\/p>\n

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This
\ntrivial boat
\nDares my vast battering billows and can float.<\/b> <\/p>\n

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Death
\nif it find,
\nAre there not many thousands left behind? <\/p>\n

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Dare
\nmy wide roar,
\nNor cling like cowards to the easy shore.<\/b> <\/p>\n

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Come
\ndown and know
\nWhat rapture lives in danger and o\u2019erthrow.<\/b>\u201d <\/p>\n

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Yes,
\nthou great sea,
\nI am more mighty and outbillow thee. <\/b><\/p>\n

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On
\nthy tops I rise;
\n\u2019Tis an excuse to dally with the skies.<\/b> <\/p>\n

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I
\nsink below
\nThe bottom of the clamorous world to know.<\/b> <\/p>\n

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On
\nthe safe land
\nTo linger is to lose what God has planned <\/p>\n

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For
\nman\u2019s wide soul,
\nWho set eternal godhead for its goal.<\/b> <\/p>\n

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Therefore
\nhe arrayed
\nDanger and difficulty like seas and made <\/p>\n

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Pain
\nand defeat,
\nAnd put His giant snares around our feet.<\/b> <\/p>\n

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The
\ncloud He informs
\nWith thunder and assails us with His storms, <\/p>\n

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That
\nman may grow
\nKing over pain and victor of o\u2019erthrow <\/p>\n

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Matching
\nhis great<\/span><\/p>\n

Page-45<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n                  Unconquerable
\nsoul with adverse Fate.<\/b> <\/p>\n

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Take
\nme, be
\nMy way to climb the heavens, thou rude great sea. <\/p>\n

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I
\nwill seize thy mane,
\nO lion, I will tame thee and disdain; <\/p>\n

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Or
\nelse below
\nInto thy salt abysmal caverns go,
\n                 
\n<\/span>Receive thy weight
\nUpon me and be stubborn as my Fate.<\/b> <\/p>\n

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I
\ncome, O Sea,
\nTo measure my enormous self with thee.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\n
\n
\nThe
\nSea at Night<\/a><\/font><\/span><\/b>
\n<\/font>
\n
\nThe grey sea creeps half-visible, half-hushed, <\/p>\n

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And
\ngrasps with its innumerable hands <\/p>\n

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These
\nsilent walls.<\/b>  I see beyond a rough <\/p>\n

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Glimmering
\ninfinity, I feel the wash
\nAnd hear the sibilation of the waves
\nThat whisper to each other as they push <\/p>\n

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To
\nshoreward side by side, \u2013<\/font> long lines and dim
\nOf movement flecked with quivering spots of foam,
\nThe quiet welter of a shifting world.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n
\nEvening<\/a><\/font><\/span><\/b>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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A
\ngolden evening, when the thoughtful sun <\/p>\n

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Rejects
\nits usual pomp in going, trees
\nThat bend down to their green companion <\/p>\n

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And
\nfruitful mother, vaguely whispering, \u2013<\/font> these
\nAnd a wide silent sea.  <\/b>Such hour is nearest God,
\n\u2013<\/font> <\/p>\n

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Like
\nrich old age when the long ways have all been trod.<\/b> <\/p>\n

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 <\/span>Page-46<\/p>\n

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To the Sea     O grey wild sea, Thou hast a message, thunderer, for me. Their huge wide backs Thy monstrous billows raise, abysmal…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[32],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1428","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-05-collected-poems-volume-05","wpcat-32-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1428","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1428"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1428\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1428"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1428"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1428"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}