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  Awhile, withdrawn in secret fields of thought,
  Her mind moved in a many-imaged past
  That lived again and saw its end approach:
  Dying, it lived imperishably in her;
  Transient and vanishing from transient eyes,
  Invisible, a fateful ghost of self,
  It bore the future on its phantom breast.
  Along the fleeting event's far-backward trail
  Regressed the stream of the insistent hours,
  And on the bank of the mysterious flood
  Peopled with well-loved forms now seen no more
  And the subtle images of things that were,
  Her witness spirit stood reviewing Time.
  All that she once had hoped and dreamed and been,
  Flew past her eagle-winged through memory's skies.
  As in a many-hued flaming inner dawn,
  Her life's broad highways and its sweet bypaths
  Lay mapped to her sun-clear recording view,
  From the bright country of her childhood's days
  And the blue mountains of her soaring youth
  And the paradise groves and peacock wings of Love
  To joy clutched under the silent shadow of doom
  In a last turn where heaven raced with hell.
  Twelve passionate months led in a day of fate.
  An absolute supernatural darkness falls
  On man sometimes when he draws near to God:
  An hour arrives when fail all Nature's means;
  Forced out from the protecting Ignorance
  And flung back on his naked primal need,
  He at length must cast from him his surface soul
  And be the ungarbed entity within:
  That hour had fallen now on Savitri.
  A point she had reached where life must be in vain
  Or, in her unborn element awake,
  Her will must cancel her body's destiny.
  For only the unborn spirit's timeless power
  Can lift the yoke imposed by birth in Time.
  Only the Self that builds this figure of self
  Can rase the fixed interminable line
  That joins these changing names, these numberless lives,
  These new oblivious personalities
  And keeps still lurking in our conscious acts
  The trail of old forgotten thoughts and deeds,
  Disown the legacy of our buried selves,
  The burdensome heirship to our vanished forms
  Accepted blindly by the body and soul.
  An episode in an unremembered tale,
  Its beginning lost, its motive and plot concealed,
  A once living story has prepared and made
  Our present fate, child of past energies.
  The fixity of the cosmic sequences
  Fastened with hidden inevitable links
  She must disrupt, dislodge by her soul's force
  Her past, a block on the Immortal's road,
  Make a rased ground and shape anew her fate.
  A colloquy of the original Gods
  Meeting upon the borders of the unknown,
  Her soul's debate with embodied Nothingness
  Must be wrestled out on a dangerous dim background:
  Her being must confront its formless Cause,
  Against the universe weigh its single self.
  On the bare peak where Self is alone with Nought
  And life has no sense and love no place to stand,
  She must plead her case upon extinction's verge,
  In the world's death-cave uphold life's helpless claim
  And vindicate her right to be and love.
  Altered must be Nature's harsh economy;
  Acquittance she must win from her past's bond,
  An old account of suffering exhaust,
  Strike out from Time the soul's long compound debt
  And the heavy servitudes of the Karmic Gods,
  The slow revenge of unforgiving Law
  And the deep need of universal pain
  And hard sacrifice and tragic consequence.
  Out of a timeless barrier she must break,
  Penetrate with her thinking depths the Void's monstrous hush,
  Look into the lonely eyes of immortal Death
  And with her nude spirit measure the Infinite's night.
  The great and dolorous moment now was close.
  A mailed battalion marching to its doom,
  The last long days went by with heavy tramp,
  Long but too soon to pass, too near the end.
  Alone amid the many faces loved,
  Aware among unknowing happy hearts,
  Her armoured spirit kept watch upon the hours
  Listening for a foreseen tremendous step
  In the closed beauty of the inhuman wilds.
  A combatant in silent dreadful lists,
  The world unknowing, for the world she stood:
  No helper had she save the Strength within;
  There was no witness of terrestrial eyes;
  The Gods above and Nature sole below
  Were the spectators of that mighty strife.
  Around her were the austere sky-pointing hills,
  And the green murmurous broad deep-thoughted woods
  Muttered incessantly their muffled spell.
  A dense magnificent coloured self-wrapped life
  Draped in the leaves' vivid emerald monotone
  And set with chequered sunbeams and blithe flowers
  Immured her destiny's secluded scene.
  There had she grown to the stature of her spirit:
  The genius of titanic silences
  Steeping her soul in its wide loneliness
  Had shown to her her self's bare reality
  And mated her with her environment.
  Its solitude greatened her human hours
  With a background of the eternal and unique.
  A force of spare direct necessity
  Reduced the heavy framework of man's days
  And his overburdening mass of outward needs
  To a first thin strip of simple animal wants,
  And the mighty wildness of the primitive earth
  And the brooding multitude of patient trees
  And the musing sapphire leisure of the sky
  And the solemn weight of the slowly-passing months
  Had left in her deep room for thought and God.
  There was her drama's radiant prologue lived.
  A spot for the eternal's tread on earth
  Set in the cloistral yearning of the woods
  And watched by the aspiration of the peaks
  Appeared through an aureate opening in Time,
  Where stillness listening felt the unspoken word
  And the hours forgot to pass towards grief and change.
  Here with the suddenness divine advents have,
  Repeating the marvel of the first descent,
  Changing to rapture the dull earthly round,
  Love came to her hiding the shadow, Death.
  Well might he find in her his perfect shrine.
  Since first the earth-being's heavenward growth began,
  Through all the long ordeal of the race,
  Never a rarer creature bore his shaft,
  That burning test of the godhead in our parts,
  A lightning from the heights on our abyss.
  All in her pointed to a nobler kind.
  Near to earth's wideness, intimate with heaven,
  Exalted and swift her young large-visioned spirit
  Voyaging through worlds of splendour and of calm
  Overflew the ways of Thought to unborn things.
  Ardent was her self-poised unstumbling will;
  Her mind, a sea of white sincerity,
  Passionate in flow, had not one turbid wave.
  As in a mystic and dynamic dance
  A priestess of immaculate ecstasies
  Inspired and ruled from Truth's revealing vault
  Moves in some prophet cavern of the gods,
  A heart of silence in the hands of joy
  Inhabited with rich creative beats
  A body like a parable of dawn
  That seemed a niche for veiled divinity
  Or golden temple-door to things beyond.
  Immortal rhythms swayed in her time-born steps;
  Her look, her smile awoke celestial sense
  Even in earth-stuff, and their intense delight
  Poured a supernal beauty on men's lives.
  A wide self-giving was her native act;
  A magnanimity as of sea or sky
  Enveloped with its greatness all that came
  And gave a sense as of a greatened world:
  Her kindly care was a sweet temperate sun,
  Her high passion a blue heaven's equipoise.
  As might a soul fly like a hunted bird,
  Escaping with tired wings from a world of storms,
  And a quiet reach like a remembered breast,
  In a haven of safety and splendid soft repose
  One could drink life back in streams of honey-fire,
  Recover the lost habit of happiness,
  Feel her bright nature's glorious ambience,
  And preen joy in her warmth and colour's rule.
  A deep of compassion, a hushed sanctuary,
  Her inward help unbarred a gate in heaven;
  Love in her was wider than the universe,
  The whole world could take refuge in her single heart.
  The great unsatisfied godhead here could dwell:
  Vacant of the dwarf self's imprisoned air,
  Her mood could harbour his sublimer breath
  Spiritual that can make all things divine.
  For even her gulfs were secrecies of light.
  At once she was the stillness and the word,
  A continent of self-diffusing peace,
  An ocean of untrembling virgin fire;
  The strength, the silence of the gods were hers.
  In her he found a vastness like his own,
  His high warm subtle ether he refound
  And moved in her as in his natural home.
  In her he met his own eternity.

    Till then no mournful line had barred this ray.
  On the frail breast of this precarious earth,
  Since her orbed sight in its breath-fastened house,
  Opening in sympathy with happier stars
  Where life is not exposed to sorrowful change,
  Remembered beauty death-claimed lids ignore
  And wondered at this world of fragile forms
  Carried on canvas-strips of shimmering Time,
  The impunity of unborn Mights was hers.
  Although she leaned to bear the human load,
  Her walk kept still the measures of the gods.
  Earth's breath had failed to stain that brilliant glass:
  Unsmeared with the dust of our mortal atmosphere
  It still reflected heaven's spiritual joy.
  Almost they saw who lived within her light
  Her playmate in the sempiternal spheres
  Descended from its unattainable realms
  In her attracting advent's luminous wake,
  The white-fire dragon-bird of endless bliss
  Drifting with burning wings above her days:
  Heaven's tranquil shield guarded the missioned child.
  A glowing orbit was her early term,
  Years like gold raiment of the gods that pass;
  Her youth sat throned in calm felicity.
  But joy cannot endure until the end:
  There is a darkness in terrestrial things
  That will not suffer long too glad a note.
  On her too closed the inescapable Hand:
  The armed Immortal bore the snare of Time.
  One dealt with her who meets the burdened great.
  Assigner of the ordeal and the path
  Who chooses in this holocaust of the soul
  Death, fall and sorrow as the spirit's goads,
  The dubious godhead with his torch of pain
  Lit up the chasm of the unfinished world
  And called her to fill with her vast self the abyss.
  August and pitiless in his calm outlook,
  Heightening the Eternal's dreadful strategy,
  He measured the difficulty with the might
  And dug more deep the gulf that all must cross.
  Assailing her divinest elements,
  He made her heart kin to the striving human heart
  And forced her strength to its appointed road.
  For this she had accepted mortal breath;
  To wrestle with the Shadow she had come
  And must confront the riddle of man's birth
  And life's brief struggle in dumb Matter's night.
  Whether to bear with Ignorance and death
  Or hew the ways of Immortality,
  To win or lose the godlike game for man,
  Was her soul's issue thrown with Destiny's dice.
  But not to submit and suffer was she born;
  To lead, to deliver was her glorious part.
  Here was no fabric of terrestrial make
  Fit for a day's use by busy careless Powers.
  An image fluttering on the screen of Fate,
  Half-animated for a passing show,
  Or a castaway on the ocean of Desire
  Flung to the eddies in a ruthless sport
  And tossed along the gulfs of Circumstance,
  A creature born to bend beneath the yoke,
  A chattel and a plaything of Time's lords,
  Or one more pawn who comes destined to be pushed
  One slow move forward on a measureless board
  In the chess-play of the earth-soul with Doom,--
  Such is the human figure drawn by Time.
  A conscious frame was here, a self-born Force.
  In this enigma of the dusk of God,
  This slow and strange uneasy compromise
  Of limiting Nature with a limitless Soul,
  Where all must move between an ordered Chance
  And an uncaring blind Necessity,
  Too high the fire spiritual dare not blaze.
  If once it met the intense original Flame,
  An answering touch might shatter all measures made
  And earth sink down with the weight of the Infinite.
  A gaol is this immense material world:
  Across each road stands armed a stone-eyed Law,
  At every gate the huge dim sentinels pace.
  A grey tribunal of the Ignorance,
  An Inquisition of the priests of Night
  In judgment sit on the adventurer soul,
  And the dual tables and the Karmic norm
  Restrain the Titan in us and the God:
  Pain with its lash, joy with its silver bribe
  Guard the Wheel's circling immobility.
  A bond is put on the high-climbing mind,
  A seal on the too large wide-open heart;
  Death stays the journeying discoverer, Life.
  Thus is the throne of the Inconscient safe
  While the tardy coilings of the aeons pass
  And the Animal browses in the sacred fence
  And the gold Hawk can cross the skies no more.
  But one stood up and lit the limitless flame.
  Arraigned by the dark Power that hates all bliss
  In the dire court where life must pay for joy,
  Sentenced by the mechanic justicer
  To the afflicting penalty of man's hopes,
  Her head she bowed not to the stark decree
  Baring her helpless heart to destiny's stroke.
  So bows and must the mind-born will in man
  Obedient to the statutes fixed of old,
  Admitting without appeal the nether gods.
  In her the superhuman cast its seed.
  Inapt to fold its mighty wings of dream
  Her spirit refused to hug the common soil,
  Or, finding all life's golden meanings robbed,
  Compound with earth, struck from the starry list,
  Or quench with black despair the God-given light.
  Accustomed to the eternal and the true,
  Her being conscious of its divine founts
  Asked not from mortal frailty pain's relief,
  Patched not with failure bargain or compromise.
  A work she had to do, a word to speak:
  Writing the unfinished story of her soul
  In thoughts and actions graved in Nature's book,
  She accepted not to close the luminous page,
  Cancel her commerce with eternity,
  Or set a signature of weak assent
  To the brute balance of the world's exchange.
  A force in her that toiled since earth was made,
  Accomplishing in life the great world-plan,
  Pursuing after death immortal aims,
  Repugned to admit frustration's barren role,
  Forfeit the meaning of her birth in Time,
  Obey the government of the casual fact
  Or yield her high destiny up to passing Chance.
  In her own self she found her high recourse;
  She matched with the iron law her sovereign right:
  Her single will opposed the cosmic rule.
  To stay the wheels of Doom this greatness rose.
  At the Unseen's knock upon her hidden gates
  Her strength made greater by the lightning's touch
  Awoke from slumber in her heart's recess.
  It bore the stroke of That which kills and saves.
  Across the awful march no eye can see,
  Barring its dreadful route no will can change,
  She faced the engines of the universe;
  A heart stood in the way of the driving wheels:
  Its giant workings paused in front of a mind,
  Its stark conventions met the flame of a soul.
  A magic leverage suddenly is caught
  That moves the veiled Ineffable's timeless will:
  A prayer, a master act, a king idea
  Can link man's strength to a transcendent Force.
  Then miracle is made the common rule,
  One mighty deed can change the course of things;
  A lonely thought becomes omnipotent.
  All now seems Nature's massed machinery;
  An endless servitude to material rule
  And long determination's rigid chain,
  Her firm and changeless habits aping Law,
  Her empire of unconscious deft device
  Annul the claim of man's free human will.
  He too is a machine amid machines;
  A piston brain pumps out the shapes of thought,
  A beating heart cuts out emotion's modes;
  An insentient energy fabricates a soul.
  Or the figure of the world reveals the signs
  Of a tied Chance repeating her old steps
  In circles around Matter's binding-posts.
  A random series of inept events
  To which reason lends illusive sense, is here,
  Or the empiric Life's instinctive search,
  Or a vast ignorant mind's colossal work.
  But wisdom comes, and vision grows within:
  Then Nature's instrument crowns himself her king;
  He feels his witnessing self and conscious power;
  His soul steps back and sees the Light supreme.
  A Godhead stands behind the brute machine.
  This truth broke in in a triumph of fire;
  A victory was won for God in man,
  The deity revealed its hidden face.
  The great World-Mother now in her arose:
  A living choice reversed fate's cold dead turn,
  Affirmed the spirit's tread on Circumstance,
  Pressed back the senseless dire revolving Wheel
  And stopped the mute march of Necessity.
  A flaming warrior from the eternal peaks
  Empowered to force the door denied and closed
  Smote from Death's visage its dumb absolute
  And burst the bounds of consciousness and Time.
  End of Book I - Canto II




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1:A Godhead stands behind the brute machine. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
2:Death stays the journeying discoverer, Life. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
3:On the bare peak where Self is alone with Nought ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
4:This world of fragile formsCarried on canvas-strips of shimmering Time, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
5:A prayer, a master act, a king idea Can link man's strength to a transcendent Force. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
6:A once living story has prepared and madeOur present fate, child of past energies. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
7:A point she had reached where life must be in vain Or, in her unborn element awake, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
8:A magic leverage suddenly is caughtThat moves the veiled Ineffable’s timeless will: ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
9:Pain with its lash, joy with its silver bribeGuard the Wheel’s circling immobility. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
10:There is a darkness in terrestrial thingsThat will not suffer long too glad a note. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
11:Love in her was wider than the universe,The whole world could take refuge in her single heart. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
12:A magnanimity as of sea or skyEnveloped with its greatness all that cameAnd gave a sense as of a greatened world. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
13:Joy cannot endure until the end:There is a darkness in terrestrial thingsThat will not suffer long too glad a note. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
14:Her will must cancel her body’s destiny.For only the unborn spirit’s timeless powerCan lift the yoke imposed by birth in Time. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
15:A gaol is this immense material world:Across each road stands armed a stone-eyed Law,At every gate the huge dim sentinels pace. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
16:He too is a machine amid machines;A piston brain pumps out the shapes of thought,A beating heart cuts out emotion’s modes;An insentient energy fabricates a soul. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
17:An absolute supernatural darkness fallsOn man sometimes when he draws near to God:An hour arrives when fail all Nature’s means;Forced out from the protecting IgnoranceAnd flung back on his naked primal need,He at length must cast from him his surface ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
18:An absolute supernatural darkness falls On man sometimes when he draws near to God: An hour arrives when fail all Nature's means; Forced out from the protecting Ignorance And flung back on his naked primal need, He at length must cast from him his surface soul And be the ungarbed entity within: That hour had fallen now on Savitri. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
19:As in a mystic and dynamic dance A priestess of immaculate ecstasies Inspired and ruled from Truth's revealing vault Moves in some prophet cavern of the gods A heart of silence in the hands of joy Inhabited with rich creative beats A body like a parable of dawn That seemed a niche for veiled divinity Or golden temple-door to things beyond. Immortal rhythms swayed in her time-born steps; Her look, her smile awoke celestial sense Even in earth-stuff, and their intense delight Poured a supernal beauty on men's lives. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
20:Then miracle is made the common rule, One mighty deed can change the course of things; A lonely thought becomes omnipotent. All now seems Nature's massed machinery; An endless servitude to material rule And long determination's rigid chain, Her firm and changeless habits aping Law, Her empire of unconscious deft device Annul the claim of man's free human will. He too is a machine amid machines; A piston brain pumps out the shapes of thought, A beating heart cuts out emotion's modes; An insentient energy fabricates a soul. Or the figure of the world reveals the signs Of a tied Chance repeating her old steps In circles around Matter's binding-posts. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,
21:And the mighty wildness of the primitive earthAnd the brooding multitude of patient treesAnd the musing sapphire leisure of the skyAnd the solemn weight of the slowly-passing monthsHad left in her deep room for thought and God.There was her drama's radiant prologue lived.A spot for the eternal's tread on earthSet in the cloistral yearning of the woodsAnd watched by the aspiration of the peaksAppeared through an aureate opening in Time,Where stillness listening felt the unspoken wordAnd the hours forgot to pass towards grief and change.Here with the suddenness divine advents have,Repeating the marvel of the first descent,Changing to rapture the dull earthly round,Love came to her hiding the shadow, Death.Well might he find in her his perfect shrine.Since first the earth-being's heavenward growth began,Through all the long ordeal of the race,Never a rarer creature bore his shaft,That burning test of the godhead in our parts,A lightning from the heights on our abyss.All in her pointed to a nobler kind.Near to earth's wideness, intimate with heaven,Exalted and swift her young large-visioned spiritVoyaging through worlds of splendour and of calmOverflew the ways of Thought to unborn things. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 01.02 - The Issue,

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