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Poets of the Ashram <\/font><\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

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Some General Remarks <\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

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I fear I don’t approve of any article on the “Ashram poets” ―least of all a dithyramb of this too splendiferous kind. I shall
\ngive my reasons when I have had time to look at it again ―at present I am slowly recovering from the electric shock it gave
\nme.<\/p>\n

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11 September 1934 <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\tPrithwi Singh was telling me that cultivation of literature here hasn’t much
\n\tsense, since none will be able to get first class, or outclass Tagore. He
\n\tmust always remain the only brilliant star in literature. Others won’t even
\n\tget a chance to shine by his side, not to speak of outshining him. Only
\n\tDilip can be somehow given a second class privilege, but that too for his
\n\tprose, and not for poetry. He further asserts that Yoga has no power to
\n\tbring any pursuit ―literature, painting, etc. to a height of perfection. <\/p>\n

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\nI
\n\tdon’t agree with Prithwi Singh. If a man has a capacity for poetry or
\n\tanything else, it will certainly come out and rise to greater heights than
\n\tit would have done elsewhere. Witness Dilip who was unable to write poetry
\n\ttill he came here though he had the instinct and the suppressed power in
\n\thim, Nishikanta whose full flow came only here, Arjava, Punjalal whose
\n\trecent poems in Gujarati seem to me to have an extraordinary beauty ―though
\n\tI admit that I am no expert there. Harin wrote beautifully before but the
\n\tsovereign excellence of his recent poetry is new. There are others who are
\n\tdeveloping a power of writing they had not before. All that does not show
\n\tthat Yoga has no power to develop capacity. I myself have developed many
\n\tcapacities by Yoga. Formerly I could not have written a line of philosophy ―  <\/p>\n

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now people have started writing books about my philosophy to my great surprise. It is not a question of first class or second class.
\nOne has to produce one’s best and develop ―the “class” if class there must be will be decided by posterity. Tagore himself was
\nonce considered second class by any number of people and the nature of his poetry was fiercely questioned
\n\t―until the Nobel
\nprize and consequent fame ended their discussions. One has not to consider fame or the appreciation of others, but do whatever
\nwork one can do as an offering of one’s capacity to the Divine. <\/p>\n

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\nI look at these things from a more impersonal or, if you like,
\na personal-impersonal point of view. There is on one side my effort at perfection, for myself and others and for the possibility
\nof a greater perfection in a changed humanity: on the other side there is a play of forces some favouring it but more trying to
\nprevent it. The challenge I speak of comes from these forces. On one side it is a pressure from the pro-forces saying “Your
\nwork is not good enough; learn to do better”; on the other it is a pressure from the contrary forces saying “Your work? It
\nis a delusion and error, ―a poor mediocre thing, and we will trample and break it to pieces.” Part of the work was an attempt
\nto inspire a poetry which would express first the aspiration and labour towards the spiritual or divine and afterwards its realisation and manifestation. There are many who write poetry in the Ashram under this impulse but in the languages which
\nI know best (English perfectly ―at least I hope so ―Bengali a little), there were four here whose work seemed to me to contain
\nalready in a fairly ample way the ripe possibility of the thing I wanted ―yourself [Dilip Kumar Roy<\/i>], Arjava, Amal, Harin. (I
\ndo not speak of Nishikanta and others because they are new or emergent only). There are some Gujarati poets but I do not
\nknow the poetic language and technique in that tongue well enough to form an indubitable judgment. These four then I have
\nencouraged and tried to push on towards a greater and richer expression: I have praised but there was nothing insincere in my
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\npraise. For some time however I have received intimations from many quarters that my judgment was mistaken, ignorant, partial
\nand perhaps not wholly sincere. It began with your poetry even at the time of
\nAnami <\/i>and the forces at play spoke through some
\nliterary coteries of Bengal and reached here through reviews, letters etc. There has been much inability to appreciate Arjava’s
\npoetry, Yeats observing that he had evidently something to say but struggled to say it with too much obscurity and roughness.
\nAmal’s work is less criticised, but A. E.’s attitude towards it was rather condescending as to an Indian who writes unexpectedly
\nwell in English. Finally, there is the ignoring or rejection of Harin’s work by this array of authorities
\n―there are as good
\nauthorities on the other side, but that is irrelevant. That makes the issue complete and clear. If I have made so big a mistake,
\nthen the whole thing is a hallucination ―I am an incompetent critic of poetry, at least of contemporary poetry, and my
\npretension to inspire cannot stand for a moment. Personally that would not matter to me, for personally I have my own
\nfeeling of these things and what it may be in the eyes of others makes no difference
\n―just as it makes no difference to me if
\nmy own poetry is really no poetry, as Anandashanker and so many others think and may from their own viewpoint
\n―there
\nare a million possible viewpoints in the world ―be justified in thinking. But for my work it does matter. I recognise in it the
\nchallenge of the forces and, once I recognise that in whatever field, I never think myself entitled to ignore it. If it is a challenge
\nto do better (from the favourable forces), I must see that and get it done. If it is a challenge from the other forces, I must
\nsee that too and know how far it is justifiable or else what can be put against it. That is what I have always done both in my
\nown Yoga looking carefully to see what was imperfect in the instrumentation of my own consciousness as a vehicle of the
\nmanifestation and working to set it right or else maintaining what was right against all challenge. So I began to do it here.
\nInstead of reading rapidly through Harin’s poems every day, I began to weigh and consider looking to see what could be justly
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from mine. I took Krishnaprem’s criticism because it is the only thing I have that is definite and, though his technical strictures
\nare obviously mistaken, the general ones have to be weighed even though they are far from conclusive. But this is a work for
\nmy personal use, ―its main object is not a weighing of Harin’s work but of my own capacity and judgment and that is too
\npersonal in scope for me to lay before others. That is why I said I was not writing it to circulate. <\/p>\n

I have written all this to explain to you that you have not pained or hurt or displeased me, nor has Krishnaprem either.
\nIt would be childish to be displeased with someone because his opinions on literature or a particular piece of literature are not
\nidentical with my own at every point. I may also say that I was not displeased with you for your letter. I was a little disappointed
\nthat you should have gone back to mental doubts or to vital feelings after you had started so well for something else. But
\nthese temporary reversions are too common on the path to the Divine for me to be displeased or discouraged. The work I have
\nto do for myself or for the world or for you or others can only be achieved if I have love for all and faith for all and go firmly on
\ntill it is done. It is why I urge you to do the same, because I know that if one does not give up, one is sure to arrive. That is the
\nattitude you had started to take, to go quietly on and give time for the right development however slow. I want you to return to
\nthat and keep to it. <\/p>\n

By the way, what I have written about the poetry is just for
\nyourself, because it is too personal to me to be made general. <\/p>\n

December 1934
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\nIt was not with any intention of bringing in personal matters
\nthat I mentioned names and examples in my letter. The personal merits or demerits of the external human instrument
\n―the frail
\nouter man ―are irrelevant and have no importance when one considers the value or power of the Word. What matters is the
\ntruth of the Inspiration and the power of what it utters. I was not saying either that this poetry
\n―I try to avoid names this
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\ntime ―appeals to everybody; I was referring to those whom it did touch and especially to certain incidents within my personal
\nobservation and knowledge. <\/p>\n

I am keeping Krishnaprem’s letter. I don’t know that it is
\nvery advisable for me to give my view: if I do so I will try to restrict myself to general considerations about poetry and
\nliterature. I will only say that my opinions about this poetry or yours or Amal’s or Arjava’s are personal to myself and nobody
\nneed attach any value to them if his own do not agree. As they are personal, what others think, however eminent they may be,
\ncannot make any difference. I experience a certain beauty, power or charm, an expression of things I feel and know in the occult or
\nspiritual province with what seems to me a great or a sufficient breath of poetry in it. I do not expect all or many to share my
\nfeeling and I do not need it. I can understand Krishnaprem’s strictures or his reservations (without endorsing, refuting or qualifying them) but I have had the same view about very great poets like Shelley or Spenser at one time, so that does not seriously
\ntouch my feeling that this is poetry of beauty and value. Also I do not make comparisons
\n\t―I take it by itself as a thing apart
\nin its own province. I know of course that my old schoolfellow Binyon and others in England have spoken in this connection
\nof Keats and Shelley; but I do not myself feel the need of that comparative valuation. After all one can only give one’s own
\nview of contemporary poetry, ―we must leave it to Tagore’s \u00b4<\/i>
\n\u00af<\/i> visva-manava <\/i>(posterity?) to decide. <\/p>\n

29 December 1934 <\/font> <\/p>\n

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\nAmal is rather fond of high notes in his criticism, (an essay he sent long ago on the “Ashram poets”
\n―what a phrase! ―made
\nme aghast with horror at its Pindaric ―or rather Swinburnean ―tone, it gave me an impression that Homer and Shakespeare
\nand Valmiki had all been beaten into an insignificant jelly by our magnificent creations.) He is also sometimes too elaborately
\ningenious in his hunt for detail significances. But what he says is usually acute and interesting and, when he drives his pen instead
\nof letting it gallop away with him, he can write exceedingly well.   <\/p>\n

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His selection from your poems is not so surprising. Everyone reacts to poetry in his own way and except with regard to long
\nestablished favourites from the classics few would make the same choice. Give ten good critics the task of selecting the best lines
\nof Shakespeare, avoiding stock passages, and the ten will each make a different list
\n―and probably Shakespeare himself would
\ndisagree with all the ten. That must be still more the case with a “contemporary” poet where all is new stuff with no indications
\nexcept one’s own personal reactions. I myself do not agree with your condemnation of these pieces to the W. P. B. <\/p>\n

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\nTake this Poetry business. It has always been rare for me to write any poetry without a heavy dose of mental exercise. I
\nhave not, except once or twice, felt some force coming down and delivering a poem out of me, even a worthless one, in a
\nsecond. . . . You yourself had to concentrate for 4 or 5 hours a day for so many years, after which everything flowed in a river.
\nBut I am not Sri Aurobindo! I am not born with such a will and determination. . . . Since I can’t spend so much labour, I
\nhave to conclude that such big things are not for me.<\/p>\n

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\nAs there are several lamentations today besieging me, I have
\nvery little time to deal with each separate Jeremiad. Do I understand rightly that your contention is
\nthis, "I can’t believe in
\nthe Divine doing everything for me because it is by my own mighty and often fruitless efforts that I write or do not write
\npoetry and have made myself into a poet”? Well, that itself is <\/span>
\n\u00e9patant<\/i><\/span>, magnificent, unheard of. It has always been supposed since the infancy of the human race that while a verse-maker
\ncan be made or self-made, a poet cannot. “Poeta nascitur non<\/i> fit<\/i>“, a poet is born not made, is the dictum that has come down
\nthrough the centuries and millenniums and was thundered into my ears by the first pages of my Latin Grammar. The facts of
\nliterary history seem to justify this stern saying. But here in Pondicherry we have tried, not to manufacture poets, but to
\ngive them birth, a spiritual, not a physical birth into the body.<\/p>\n

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In a number of instances we are supposed to have succeeded ― one of these is your noble self
\n\t\t\t―or if I am to believe the man of sorrows in you, your abject, miserable, hopeless and ineffectual
\nself. But how was it done? There are two theories, it seems ―one that it was by the Force, the other that it was done by your
\nown splashing, kicking, groaning Herculean efforts. Now, sir, if it is the latter, if you have done that unprecedented thing, made
\nyourself by your own laborious strength into a poet (for your earlier efforts were only very decent literary exercises), then, sir,
\nwhy the deuce are you so abject, self-depreciatory, miserable? Don’t say that it is only a poet who can produce no more than
\na few poems in many months. Even to have done that, to have become a poet at all, a self-made poet is a miracle over which
\none can only say Sabash! Sabash! without ever stopping. If your effort could do that, what is there that it can’t do? All miracles
\ncan be effected by it and a giant self-confident faith ought to be in you. On the other hand if, as I aver, it is the Force that has
\ndone it, what then can it not do? Here too faith, a giant faith is the only logical conclusion. So either way there is room only for
\nHallelujahs, none for Jeremiads. Q.E.D. <\/p>\n

By the way what is this story about my four or five hours’
\nconcentration a day for several years before anything came down? Such a thing never happened, if by concentration you
\nmean laborious meditation. What I did was four or five hours a day pranayam ―which is quite another matter. And what flow
\ndo you speak of? The flow of poetry came down while I was doing pranayam, not some years afterwards. If it is the flow
\nof experiences, that did come after some years, but after I had stopped the Pranayam for a long time and was doing nothing
\nand did not know what to do or where to turn once all my efforts had failed. And it came as a result not of years of Pranayam or
\nconcentration, but in a ridiculously easy way, by the grace either of a temporary guru (but it wasn’t that, for he was himself
\nbewildered by it) or by the grace of the eternal Brahman and afterwards by the the grace of Mahakali and Krishna. So don’t
\ntry to turn me into an argument against the Divine; that attempt will be perfectly ineffective.
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I am obliged to stop
\n―if I go on, there will be no Pranam till 12 o’clock. So send your Jeremiad back tonight and I will
\nsee what else to write. Have written this in a headlong hurry ―I hope it is not full of
\nlapsus calami<\/i>. <\/p>\n

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I send you back the “Jeremiad”, Sir. My observations are reserved. <\/p>\n

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\nTo continue. The fact that you don’t feel a force does not prove that it is not there. The steam-engine does not feel a force moving
\nit, but the force is there. A man is not a steam-engine? He is very little better, for he is conscious only of some bubbling on the
\nsurface which he calls himself and is absolutely unconscious of all the subconscient, subliminal, superconscient forces moving
\nhim. (This is a fact which is being more and more established by modern psychology though it has got hold only of the lower
\nforces and not the higher, so you need not turn up your rational nose at it.) He twitters intellectually (= foolishly) about the surface results and attributes them all to his “noble self”, ignoring the fact that his noble self is hidden far away from his own
\nvision behind the veil of his dimly sparkling intellect and the reeking fog of his vital feelings, emotions, impulses, sensations
\nand impressions. So your argument is utterly absurd and futile. Our aim is to bring the secret forces out and unwalled into the
\nopen so that instead of getting some shadows or lightnings of themselves out through the veil or being wholly obstructed they
\nmay “pour down” and “flow in a river”. But to expect that all at once is a presumptuous demand which shows an impatient
\nignorance and inexperience. If they begin to trickle at first, that is sufficient to justify the faith in a future downpour. You admit
\nthat you once or twice felt a “force coming down and delivering a poem out of me” (your opinion about its worth or worthless
\nness is not worth a cent, that is for others to pronounce). That is sufficient to blow the rest of your Jeremiad into smithereens; it
\nproves that the force was and is there and at work and it is only your sweating Herculean labour that prevents you feeling it.
\nAlso it is the trickle that gives assurance of the possibility of the downpour. One has only to go on and by one’s patience deserve
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\nthe downpour or else, without deserving, stick on till one gets it. In Yoga itself the experience that is a promise and foretaste
\nbut gets shut off till the nature is ready for the fulfilment is a phenomenon familiar to every Yogin when he looks back on
\nhis past experience. Such were the brief visitations of Ananda you had some time before. It does not matter if you have not
\na leechlike tenacity ―leeches are not the only type of Yogins. If you can stick anyhow or get stuck that is sufficient. The fact
\nthat you are not Sri Aurobindo (who said you were?) is an inept irrelevance. One needs only to be oneself in a reasonable way
\nand shake off the hump when it is there or allow it to be shaken off without clinging to it with a “leechlike tenacity” worthy of
\na better cause. <\/p>\n

All the rest is dreary stuff of the tamasic ego. As there is a
\nrajasic ego which shouts “What a magnificent powerful sublime divine individual I am, unique and peerless” (of course there are
\ngradations in the pitch,) so there is a tamasic ego which squeaks “What an abject, hopeless, worthless, incapable, unluckily un
\nendowed and uniquely impossible creature I am, ―all, all are great, Aurobindos, Dilips, Anilkumars (great by an unequalled
\ncapacity of novel-reading and self-content, according to you), but I, oh I, oh I!” That’s your style. It is this tamasic ego (of
\ncourse it expresses itself in various ways at various times, I am only rendering your present pitch) which is responsible for the
\nMan of Sorrows getting in. It’s all bosh ―stuff made up to excuse the luxury of laziness, melancholy and despair. You are
\nin that bog just now because you have descended faithfully and completely into the inert stupidity and die-in-the-mudness of
\nyour physical consciousness which, I admit, is a specimen! But so after all is everybody’s, only there are different kinds of specimens. What to do? Dig yourself out if you can; if you can’t, call for ropes and wait till they come. If God knows what will happen
\nwhen the Grace descends, that is enough, isn’t it? That you don’t know is a fact which may be baffling to your
\n\t―well, your intelligence, but is not of great importance ―any more than your supposed unfitness. Who ever was fit, for that matter
\n\t―fitness
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misfit (so far as things spiritual are concerned) ―in his outward nature. But within there is a soul and above there is Grace. “This
\nis all you know or need to know” and, if you don’t, well, even then you have at least somehow stumbled into the path and have
\ngot to remain there till you get haled along it far enough to wake up to the knowledge. Amen. <\/p>\n

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How is it that people find my poetry difficult? Dilip used to say that it usually passed a little over his head. I suspect that only
\nNolini and Arjava get the hang of it properly. Of course many appreciate when I have explained it to them
\n―but otherwise
\nthey admire the beauty of individual phrases without grasping the many-sided whole the phrases form. This morning Premanand, Vijayrai and Nirod read my Agni<\/i>. None of them caught the precise relevances, the significant connections of the words
\nand phrases of the opening lines: <\/p>\n

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Not from the day but from the night he’s born, <\/p>\n

Night with her pang of dream ―star on pale star <\/p>\n

Winging strange rumour through a secret dawn. <\/p>\n

For all the black uncanopied spaces mirror <\/p>\n

The brooding distance of our plumbless mind. <\/p>\n

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In the rest of the poem too they generally failed to get the true point of felicity which constitutes poetic expression. My work
\nis not surrealist: I put meaning into everything, not intellectualism but a coherent vision worked out suggestively in various
\ndetail. Is there some peculiarity in my turn of imagination or in my English, which baffles Indian readers especially? <\/p>\n

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\nIt is precisely because what you put in is not intellectualism or a product of mental imagination that your poetry is difficult to
\nthose who are accustomed to a predominantly mental strain in poetry. One can grasp fully only if one has some clue to what
\nyou put in, either the clue of personal experience or the clue of a sympathetic insight. One who has had the concrete experience
\nof the consciousness as a night with the stars coming out and the sense of the secret dawn can at once feel the force of these
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\nspace or infinity or a thing of distances and expanses can fathom those that follow. Or even if he has had, not these experiences,
\nbut others of the same order, he can feel what you mean and enter into it by a kind of identification. Failing this experience,
\na sympathetic insight can bring the significance home; certainly, Nolini and Arjava who write poems of the inner vision and feeling must have that, moreover their minds are sufficiently subtle and plastic to enter into all kinds of poetic vision and expression.
\nPremanand and Vijayrai have no such training; it is natural that they should find it difficult. Nirod ought to understand, but he
\nwould have to ponder and take some trouble before he got it; night with her labour of dream, the stars, the bird-winging, the
\nbird-voices, the secret dawn are indeed familiar symbols in the poetry he is himself writing or with which he is familiar; but his
\nmind seeks usually at first for precise allegories to fit the symbols and is less quick to see and feel by identification what is behind
\nthem ―it is still intellectual and not concrete in its approach to these things, although his imagination has learned to make
\nitself their transcribing medium. That is the difficulty, the crux of imaged spiritual poetry; it needs not only the fit writer but
\nthe fit audience ―and that has yet to be made. <\/p>\n

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But what about Dilip? Arjava’s poems simply frighten him but
\nmine too he finds difficult. Everybody feels at home in Harin’s poetry, though I am sure that often, if I catechised them, I
\nwould find the deepest felicities missed. Perhaps my tendency to pack too much meaning into my words becomes a difficulty
\nin others, but would they have the same difficulty with Bengali poetry? <\/p>\n

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\nDilip wrote to me in recent times expressing great admiration for Arjava’s poems and wanting to get something of the same
\nquality into his own poetic style. But in any case Dilip has not the mystic mind and vision
\n\t―Harin also. In quite different ways
\nthey receive and express their vision or experience through the poetic mind and imagination
\n\t―even so because it expressed
\nsomething not usual, Dilip’s poetry has had a difficulty in getting itself recognised except by people who were able to give the right
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response. Harin’s poetry deals very skilfully with spiritual ideas or feelings through the language of the emotion and the poetic
\nimagination and intelligence ―no difficulty there. As regards your poetry, it is indeed much more compressed and carefully
\npacked with substance and that creates a difficulty except for those who are alive to the language or have become alive to
\nsubtle shades, implications, depths in the words. Even those who understand a foreign language well in the ordinary way, find it
\nsometimes difficult to catch these in its poetry. Indications and suggestions easy to catch in one’s own tongue are often missed
\nthere. So probably your last remark is founded. <\/p>\n

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I hope people won’t misunderstand what you have remarked
\nabout the mystic mind [in the above letter<\/i>]. One’s not having the mystic mind and vision does not reflect upon one’s poetic
\nexcellence, even as a singer of the Spirit. As regards Harin, you had said long ago that he wrote from several planes [see page<\/i>
\n476<\/i>]. And surely his Dark Well <\/i>poems come from a source beyond the poetic intelligence? <\/p>\n

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\nI used the word “mystic” in the sense of a certain kind of inner seeing and feeling of things, a way which to the intellect would
\nseem occult and visionary ―for this is something different from imagination and its work with which the intellect is familiar.
\nIt was in this sense that I said Dilip had not the mystic mind and vision. One can go far in the spiritual way, have plenty
\nof spiritual experiences, spiritual knowledge, spiritual feelings, significant visions and dreams even without having this mystic
\nmind and way of seeing things. So too one may write poetry from different planes or sources of inspiration and expressing
\nspiritual feelings, knowledge, experiences and yet use the poetic intelligence as the thought medium which gives them shape in
\nspeech; such poems are not of the mystic type. One may be mystic in this sense without being spiritual
\n\t―one may also be
\nspiritual without being mystic; or one may be both spiritual and mystic in one. Poems ditto.
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I had not in view the Dark Well <\/i>poems when I wrote about Harin. I was thinking of his ordinary way of writing. If I re
\nmember right, the Dark Well <\/i>poems came from the inner mind centre, some from the Higher Mind
\n―other planes may have
\nsent their message to his mind to put in poetic speech, but the main worker was the poetic intelligence which took what was
\ngiven and turned it into something very vivid, coloured and beautiful, ―but surely not mystic in the sense given above. <\/p>\n

15 March 1937 <\/font><\/p>\n

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On Bengali Poetry Written in the Ashram<\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nI am not competent in respect to the technique of Bengali poetry. I can only follow my feeling, what I call the inner ear
\n―so in
\nthis point I can say nothing beyond my own feeling. In your first poems written here I thought that your rhythmic movement
\ndeparted sometimes from the norm ―I suppose that is what they mean by
\n ? ―but on a second reading my impression was, more often than not, that there was a (rhythmic) justification for
\nthe departure. I do not know whether Buddhadeva is referring to these poems or to others written before the opening of your
\npoetic faculty here, which were poor both in expression and in rhythm. In any case, there can surely be no exception taken to
\nyour rhythm now; your mastery seems to me complete. I suppose in this province Tagore’s verdict can be taken as final. <\/p>\n

4 January 1932 <\/font> <\/p>\n

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It is a great mystery to me. Comparing Jyotirmayi’s original turn, expressions, speed with her past work
\n―what a
\nmiraculously rapid development! <\/p>\n

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\nBut, my dear sir, it often happens like that. I believe you were
\nnot here when Dilip’s poetry blossomed; but it was quite as sudden. Remember Tagore’s description of him as the cripple
\nwho suddenly threw away his crutches and began to run and his astonishment at the miracle. Nishikanta too came out in much
\n   <\/p>\n

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the same way, a sudden Brahmaputra of inspiration. The only peculiarity in Jyoti’s case is the source she struck
\n―the pure
\nmystic source. <\/p>\n

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23 August 1936
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