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poematic ::: a. --> Pertaining to a poem, or to poetry; poetical.

poem ::: n. --> A metrical composition; a composition in verse written in certain measures, whether in blank verse or in rhyme, and characterized by imagination and poetic diction; -- contradistinguished from prose; as, the poems of Homer or of Milton.
A composition, not in verse, of which the language is highly imaginative or impassioned; as, a prose poem; the poems of Ossian.

poematic ::: a. --> Pertaining to a poem, or to poetry; poetical.

poem ::: n. --> A metrical composition; a composition in verse written in certain measures, whether in blank verse or in rhyme, and characterized by imagination and poetic diction; -- contradistinguished from prose; as, the poems of Homer or of Milton.
A composition, not in verse, of which the language is highly imaginative or impassioned; as, a prose poem; the poems of Ossian.

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poem “Sagesse”; Ambelain, La Kabbale Pratique.]

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poem: Any composition that could be said to be poetry or verse.

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1:By men is mightiness achieved ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Baji Prabhou,

2:All that we meet is a symbol and gateway ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

3:Charm is the seal of the gods upon woman. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

4:After ‘tis cold, none heeds, none hinders. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

5:No one I am, I who am all that is. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Liberation - I,

6:IT was for delightHe sought existence. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

7:My life is a throb of Thy eternity. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Bliss of Identity,

8:Beauty of our dim soul is amorous. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Our godhead calls us,

9:Necessity rules all the infinite world, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 4.2.03 - The Birth of Sin,

10:Man’s mind is the dupe of his animal self. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems A God’s Labour,

11:I am an epitome of opposites. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 1.03 - The Spiritual Being of Man,

12:And all grows beautiful because Thou art. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Divine Hearing,

13:All is a wager and danger, all is a chase and a battle. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

14:My body a dot in the soul’s vast expanse. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Self’s Infinity,

15:In my heart’s chamber lives the unworshipped God. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.56 - Omnipresence,

16:Masked the high gods act; the doer is hid by his working. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

17:Necessity fashionsAll that the unseen eye has beheld. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

18:The golden virgin, Usha, mother of life,Yet virgin. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Urvasie,

19:Deep in our being inhabits the voiceless invisible Teacher; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

20:Thought the great-winged wanderer paraclete ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.2.04 - Thought the Paraclete,

21:To our gaze God’s light is a darkness, His plan is a chaos. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

22:A Calm that cradles Fate upon its knees. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.29 - The Universal Incarnation,

23:Alone the wise Can walk through fire with unblinking eyes. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Epigram,

24:Eviller fate there is none than life too long among mortals. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

25:Mind hushes stilled in eternity; waves of the Infinite wander ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

26:My life is a silence grasped by timeless hands; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Self’s Infinity,

27:We are the heirs of infinite widenesses. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Call of the Impossible,

28:Heavy is godhead to bear with its mighty sun-burden of lustre. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

29:Heavenly voices to us are a silence, those colours a whiteness. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

30:Each is a mass of forces thrown in shape. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Discoveries of Science - III,

31:Even an hour of the soul can unveil the Unborn, the Everlasting, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

32:God still keepsNear to a paler world the hour ere dawn ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Chitrangada,

33:Life’s wholeTremendous theorem is Thou complete. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 1.18 - The Divine Worker,

34:There is an hour for knowledge, an hour to forget and to labour. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

35:Always the blood is wiser and knows what is hid from the thinker. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

36:And all the while within us works His love. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.02 - The Meditations of Mandavya,

37:Hard are God’s terms and few can meet them of men who are mortal. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

38:Is here and in the pleasant house He choseTo harbour God. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

39:Mind is His wax to write and, written, raseForm and name. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

40:The sweet vast centre and the cave divineCalled Paradise, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

41:And in the heart of the worst the best shall be born by my wisdom. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

42:Even in the worm is a god and it writhes for a form and an outlet. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

43:He who to some gives victory, joy and good,To some gives rest. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems To R.,

44:His good and evil, sin and virtue, tillHe bids thee leave. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

45:Mire is the man who hears not the gods when they cry to his bosom. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

46:Powers of his godhead we live; the Creator dwells in the creature. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

47:Clouds from Zeus come and pass; his sunshine eternal survives them. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

48:Two are the angels of God whom men worship, strength and enjoyment. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

49:All things embrace in death and the strife and the hatred are ended. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

50:A wide Compassion leans to embrace earth’s pain; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.29 - The Universal Incarnation,

51:But there is never any end when one has loved. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.02 - The Meditations of Mandavya,

52:Man his passion prefers to the voice that guides from the immortals. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

53:You cannot utterly die while the Power lives untired in your bosoms; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

54:Surely the steel grows dear in the land when a traitor can flourish.” ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

55:Love the signOf one outblaze of godhead that two share. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Life Heavens,

56:Fearless of death they must walk who would live and be mighty for ever. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

57:Nobler must kings be than natures of earth on whom Zeus lays no burden. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

58:Through glorious things and base the wheel of GodFor ever runs. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

59:Each through his nature He leads and the world by the lure of His wisdom. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

60:Alike ‘tis heaven,Rule or obedience to the one heart given. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Khaled of the Sea,

61:Yea, the soul of a man too is mightyMore than the stone and the mortar! ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

62:All the gods in a mortal body dwelt, bore a single name. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems A Strong Son of Lightning,

63:The abodeOf rapturous Love,The bright epiphany whom we name God. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

64:Thought for a godlike birthBroadens the mould of our mortality. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Evolution - II,

65:Credence, when mediocrity multipliedEquals itself with genius. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Lines on Ireland,

66:The Self of things is not their outward view,A Force within decides. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.19 - Parabrahman,

67:Each finite is that deep InfinityEnshrining His veiled soul of pure delight. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.65 - Form,

68:Helped are the souls that wait more than strengths soon fulfilled and exhausted. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

69:young portress brightWho opens to our souls the worlds of light. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Fear of Death,

70:Easy are mortalHearts to be bent by Fate and soon we consent to our fortunes. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

71:I move in an ocean of stupendous LightJoining my depths to His eternal height. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Light,

72:This body which was once my universe,Is now a pittance carried by the soul. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Body,

73:All forms are Thy dream-dialect of delight,O Absolute, O vivid Infinite. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.62 - Divine Sight,

74:Fate,The dim great presence, is but nature madeIrrevocable in its fruits. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Urvasie,

75:Good we have made by our thoughts and sin by our fear and recoiling; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.01 - The Descent of Ahana,

76:Only the past fulfilled can conjure room to the future that presses. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.01 - The Descent of Ahana,

77:Transmuted is ravishment’s minister,A high note and a fiery refrain. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Life Heavens,

78:A perfect face amid barbarian faces,A perfect voice of sweet and serious rhyme, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,

79:Bliss is her goal, but her road is through whirlwind and death-blast and storm-race. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

80:Nor punishes. Impartially he dealsTo every strenuous spirit its chosen reward. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Urvasie,

81:A Silence that was Being’s only word,The unknown beginning and the voiceless end ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Adwaita,

82:O worshipper of the formless Infinite,    Reject not form, what dwells in it is He. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.65 - Form,

83:In us the secret Spirit can inditeA page and summary of the Infinite, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.59 - The Hill-top Temple,

84:One who has made in sport the suns and seasMirrors in our being his immense caprice. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.37 - Lila,

85:Rules us, who in the Brahmin and the dogCan, if He will, show equal godhead. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Baji Prabhou,

86:Keep only my soul to adore eternallyAnd meet Thee in each form and soul of Thee. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 1.2.07 - Surrender,

87:The God of Force, the God of Love are one;Not least He loves whom most He smites. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 4.2.04 - Epiphany,

88:The world’s deep contrasts are but figures spunDraping the unanimity of the One. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Contrasts,

89:A deep spiritual calm no touch can swayUpholds the mystery of this Passion-play. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Life-Unity,

90:Alone of gods Death loves not gifts: he visitsThe pure heart as the stained. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 10.03 - The Debate of Love and Death,

91:It is the Infinite’s blind minute abode.In that small flaming chariot Shiva rides. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Electron,

92:Men are fathers of their fate;They dig the prison, they the crown command. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Lines on Ireland,

93:All in thyself and thyself in all dwelling,Act in the world with thy being beyond it. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems the Ascent,

94:Our consciousness a torch that plays Between the Abyss and a supernal Light. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Man of the Mediator,

95:A World-adventurer borne on Destiny’s wingGambles with death and triumph, joy and grief. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.37 - Lila,

96:No power can slay my soul; it lives in Thee.Thy presence is my immortality. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 1.18 - The Divine Worker,

97:The Master of man and his infinite Lover,He is close to our hearts, had we vision to see. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.02 - Who,

98:To whatsoever living form I turnI see my own body with another face. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Indwelling Universal,

99:As with the figure of a symbol danceThe screened Omniscient plays at Ignorance. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Dual Being,

100:Each finite thing I see is a façade;From its windows looks at me the Illimitable. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.56 - Omnipresence,

101:Hidden in an earthly garment that survives,I am the worldless being vast and free. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Conscious Immortality,

102:Behind all eyes I meet Thy secret gazeAnd in each voice I hear Thy magic tune: ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.61 - Because Thou Art,

103:Kali (Iron Lords of Time)Am love, am passion; I create the world.I am the only Brahma. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Kama,

104:Vainly man, crouched in his corner of safety, shrinks from the fatalLure of the Infinite. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

105:It is He in the sun who is ageless and deathless,And into the midnight His shadow is thrown. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.02 - Who,

106:Out, out with the mind and its candle flares,Light, light the suns that never die. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Musa Spiritus,

107:The hand that sent Jupiter spinning through heaven,Spends all its cunning to fashion a curl. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.02 - Who,

108:The impossible is the hint of what shall be,Mortal the door to immortality. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Our godhead calls us,

109:In vain was my prison of separate body made;His occult presence burns in every cell. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.56 - Omnipresence,

110:The darkness was the Omnipotent’s abode,Hood of omniscience, a blind mask of God. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Inconscient,

111:A spark of the eternal Fire, it cameTo build a house in Matter for the Unborn. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Miracle of Birth,

112:He wades through mud to reach the Wonderful,And does what Matter must or Spirit can. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.4.01 - Man the Enigma,

113:Mystic daughter of Delight,Life, thou ecstasy,Let the radius of thy flightBe eternity. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 1.06 - The Transformation of Dream Life,

114:Naked my spirit from its vestures stands;I am alone with my own self for space. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Self’s Infinity,

115:Poems in largeness cast like moving worldsAnd metres surging with the ocean’s voice ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 04.02 - The Growth of the Flame,

116:When darkness was blind and engulfed within darkness,He was seated within it immense and alone. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.02 - Who,

117:Chaff are men’s armiesThreshed by the flails of Fate; ‘tis the soul of the hero that conquers. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

118:I, Earth, have a deeper power than Heaven;My lonely sorrow surpasses its rose-joys. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Life Heavens,

119:In the inconscient dreadful dumb AbyssAre heard the heart-beats of the Infinite. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.The Unseen Infinite,

120:In the night a million stars ariseTo watch us with their ancient friendly eyes. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Perigone Prologuises,

121:Our body is an epitome of some Vast    That masks its presence by our humanness. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.59 - The Hill-top Temple,

122:Poet, who first with skill inspired did teachGreatness to our divine Bengali speech. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Madhusudan Dutt,

123:The blue sea dances like a girlWith sapphire and with pearlCrowning her locks. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Songs to Myrtilla,

124:There is a need within the soul of man    The splendours of the surface never sate. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.28 - The Greater Plan,

125:Thy golden Light came down into my feet;My earth is now Thy playfield and Thy seat. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.26 - The Golden Light,

126:Time voyages with Thee upon its prow,—And all the future’s passionate hope is Thou. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.61 - Because Thou Art,

127:Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness. ~ Kahlil Gibran,

128:Immeasurable ecstasy where TimeAnd Space have fainted in a swoon sublime! ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.02 - The Meditations of Mandavya,

129:Death is but changing of our robes to waitIn wedding garments at the Eternal’s gate. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Fear of Death,

130:Impassive, I bear each act and thought and mood:Time traverses my hushed infinitude. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Cosmic Spirit,

131:Not alone the mind in its troubleGod beholds, but the spirit behind that has joy of the torture. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

132:Strength men desire in their masters;All men worship success and in failure and weakness abandon. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

133:An animal creature wonderfully human,A charm and miracle of fur-footed Brahman, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.6.09 - Despair on the Staircase,

134:Unborn I sit, timeless, intangible:All things are shadows in my tranquil glass. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Indwelling Universal,

135:As rain-thrashed mire the marvel of the rose,Earth waits that distant marvel to disclose. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Silver Call,

136:A Witness dwells within our secrecies,The incarnate Godhead in the body of man. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.29 - The Universal Incarnation,

137:Space is a bar twixt our ankles,Time is a weight that we drag and the scar of the centuries rankles ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

138:They can be like the sun, words.They can do for the heart what light can for a field. ~ Saint John of the Cross, The Poems of St. John of the Cross ,

139:A mistake must always be acknowledged and corrected. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Poetry and Art General Comments on some Criticisms of the Poem,

140:Forewilled by the gods, Alexander,All things happen on earth and yet we must strive who are mortals, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

141:In this rude combat with the fate of manThy smile within my heart makes all my strength; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 1.18 - The Divine Worker,

142:O Thou who climb’dst to mind from the dull stone,Face now the miracled summits still unwon. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Evolution - II,

143:A death that eats and eating is devoured,This is the brutal image of the world. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.02 - The Meditations of Mandavya,

144:Kama (Desire)My desireTakes many forms; I change and wheel and race,And with Me runs creation. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Kama,

145:Life only is, or death is life disguised,—Life a short death until by life we are surprised. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.17 - Life and Death,

146:Like common men he lived to whom the rayOf a new sun but brings another dayUnmeaning. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Khaled of the Sea,

147:My mind has left its prison-camp of brain;It pours, a luminous sea from spirit heights. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Inner Sovereign,

148:My vast transcendence holds the cosmic whirl;I am hid in it as in the sea a pearl. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Indwelling Universal,

149:To perish is better for man or for nationNobly in battle, nor end disgraced by disease or subjection. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

150:One must first be conscious before one can be ignorant. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Poetry and Art General Comments on some Criticisms of the Poem,

151:Still by slow steps the miracle goes on,The Immortal’s gradual birth mid mire and stone. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Miracle of Birth,

152:Who says my poems are poems?My poems are not poems.After you know my poems are not poems,Then we can begin to discuss poetry! ~ Taigu Ryokan,

153:Yet is the dark Inconscient whence came allThe self-same Power that shines on high unwon. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Man of the Mediator,

154:Yet is the dark Inconscient whence came allThe self-same Power that shines on high unwon. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Man of the Mediator,

155:I am the light in stars, of flowersThe bloom, the nameless fragrance that pervadesCreation. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 10.03 - The Debate of Love and Death,

156:It is the true more than the new that the poet is after. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Poetry and Art General Comments on some Criticisms of the Poem,

157:Aspiring to godhead from insensible clayHe travels slow-footed towards the eternal day. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Man the Thinking Animal,

158:Busy our hearts are weaving thoughts and images always:After their kind they see what here we call truth. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

159:Morning has pleasure, noon has golden peaceAnd afternoon repose and eve the heart’s increase. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Songs to Myrtilla,

160:Not in this living netOf flesh and nerve, nor in the flickering mindIs a man’s manhood seated. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Baji Prabhou,

161:This world behind is made of truer stuff        Than the manufactured tissue of earth’s grace. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.69 - The Inner Fields,

162:Light, burning Light from the Infinite’s diamond heartQuivers in my heart where blooms the deathless rose. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Light,

163:He sowed the desert with ruddy-hearted rose,The sweetest voice that ever spoke in prose. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Bankim Chandra Chatterji,

164:The high gods watch in their silence,Mute they endure for a while that the doom may be swifter and greater. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

165:I pass beyond Time and life on measureless wings,Yet still am one with born and unborn things. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 07.07 - The Discovery of the Cosmic Spirit and the Cosmic Consciousness,

166:Only the illimitable Permanent    Is here. A Peace stupendous, featureless, still,        Replaces all. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Nirvana,

167:I would hear, in my spirit’s wideness solitary,    The Voice that speaks when mortal lips are mute: ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.28 - The Greater Plan,

168:Action Human and DivineKeep only my soul to adore eternallyAnd meet Thee in each form and soul of Thee. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 1.2.07 - Surrender,

169:Gesture (Mudra)I have drunk the Infinite like a giant’s wine.Time is my drama or my pageant dream. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Divinization of Matter: Lurianic Kabbalah, Physics, and the Supramental Transformation,

170:Not by a little pain and not by a temperate labourTrained is the nation chosen by Zeus for a dateless dominion. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

171:Summer has pleasant comrades, happy meetingsOf lily and rose and from the trees divinest greetings. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Songs to Myrtilla,

172:This is our human destiny; every moment of livingToil and loss have gained in the constant siege of our bodies. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

173:All things yield to a man and Zeus is himself his accompliceWhen like a god he wills without remorse or longing. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

174:Only on the heart’s veiled door the word of flameIs written, the secret and tremendous Name. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.29 - The Universal Incarnation,

175:When youth has quenched its soft and magic light,Delightful things remain but dead is their delight. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Songs to Myrtilla,

176:Count not life nor death, defeat nor triumph, Pyrrhus.Only thy soul regard and the gods in thy joy or thy labour. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

177:The One devised innumerably to be;His oneness in invisible forms he hides,Time’s tiny temples to eternity. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Electron,

178:O Life, thy breath is but a cry to the LightImmortal, whence has come thy swift delight. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems O Life,

179:Always our voices are prompted to speech for an end that we know not,Always we think that we drive, but are driven. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

180:No thought is vain; our very dreamsSubstantial are;The light we see in fancy, yonder gleamsIn the star. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

181:A sole thing the GodsDemand from all men living, sacrifice:Nor without this shall any crown be grasped. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 10.03 - The Debate of Love and Death,

182:Conscious dimly of births unfinished hid in our beingRest we cannot; a world cries in us for space and for fullness. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

183:Earth cannot long resist the man whom Heaven has chosen;Gods with him walk; his chariot is led; his arm is assisted. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

184:Power is divine; divinest of all is power over mortals.Power then the conqueror seeks and power the imperial nation, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

185:What we call sin,    Is but man’s leavings as from deep withinThe Pilot guides him in his pilgrimage. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.24 - In the Moonlight,

186:Leave to the night its phantoms, leave to the future its curtain!Only today Heaven gave to mortal man for his labour. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

187:Life and treasure and fame to cast on the wings of a moment,Fiercer joy than this the gods have not given to mortals. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

188:Son of man, thou hast crowned thy life with flowers that are scentless,Chased the delights that wound. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.01 - The Descent of Ahana,

189:The thoughts of unknown minds exalt me with their thrill;I carry the sorrow of millions in my lonely breast. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Cosmic Man,

190:He who is blind revolts and he who is limited struggles:Strife is not for the infinite; wisdom observes to accomplish. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

191:He who is blind revolts and he who is limited struggles:Strife is not for the infinite; wisdom observes to accomplish. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

192:Thou who pervadest all the worlds below,Yet sitst above,Master of all who work and rule and know,Servant of Love! ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems God,

193:Thought could not think in him, flesh could not quiver;    The feet of Time could not adventure here ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Yogi on the Whirlpool,

194:All things are by Time and the Will eternal that moves us,And for each birth its hour is set in the night or the dawning. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

195:Man over woman, woman o’er man, over lover and foemanWrestling we strive to expand in our souls, to be wide, to be happy. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

196:Something watches behind, Spirit or Self or Soul,Viewing Space and its toil, waiting the end of Time. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Witness and the Wheel,

197:The vault of heavenIs not a true similitude for manWhose space outgyres thought’s last horizon. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.02 - The Meditations of Mandavya,

198:World-rhythmsThrough glimmering veils of wonder and delightWorld after world bursts on the awakened sight. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.2.03 - The Other Earths,

199:Even as death shall gather us all for memory’s clusters,All in their day who were great or were little, heroes or cowards. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

200:Led or misled we are mortals and walk by a light that is given;Most they err who deem themselves most from error excluded. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

201:Led or misled we are mortals and walk by a light that is given;Most they err who deem themselves most from error excluded. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

202:Man on whom the World-Unity shall seize,Widening his soul-spark to an epiphanyOf the timeless vastness of Infinity. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Electron,

203:Men live like stars that see each other in heaven,But one knows not the pleasure and the griefThe others feel ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 10.03 - The Debate of Love and Death,

204:Easily nations bow to a yoke when their virtue relaxes;Hard is the breaking fetters once worn, for the virtue has perished. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

205:Ever we hear in the heart of the peril a flute go before us,Luminous beckoning hands in the distance invite and implore us. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

206:Not of the fire am I terrified, not of the sword and its slaying;Vileness of men appals me, baseness I fear and its voices. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

207:This observe, thy task in thy destiny noble or fallen;Time and result are the gods’; with these things be not thou troubled. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

208:While thou livest, perfectly fulfilThy part, conceiveEarth as thy stage, thyself the actor strong,The drama His. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

209:For grief and painAre errors of the clouded soul; behindThey do not stainThe living spirit who to these is blind. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

210:Non-ViolenceDeem nothing vain: through many veilsThis Spirit gleams.The dreams of God are truths and He prevails. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

211:Occult masters of destiny,They who sit in the SecrecyAnd watch unmoved everUnto the end of all. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Winged with Dangerous Deity,

212:Great men and deathSuch puissance great well-poisèd natures proveTo mould to their own likeness all they love. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Khaled of the Sea,

213:In the hard reckoning made by the grey-robed accountant at evenPain is the ransom we pay for the smallest foretaste of heaven. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

214:Light, brooding Light! each smitten passionate cellIn a mute blaze of ecstasy preservesA living sense of the Imperishable. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Light,

215:Always a few will be left whom the threatenings of Fate cannot conquer,Always souls are born whose courage waits not on fortune ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

216:Always a few will be left whom the threatenings of Fate cannot conquer,Always souls are born whose courage waits not on fortune ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

217:Hear its cry when God’s moment changing our fate comes visoredSilently into our lives and the spirit too knows, for it watches. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

218:Not as the ways of other mortals are theirs who are guided,They whose eyes are the gods and they walk by a light that is secret. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

219:Life with her wine-cup of longing under the purple of her tenture,Death as her gate of escape and rebirth and renewal of venture. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

220:Souls that are true to themselves are immortal; the soulless for everLingers helpless in Hades a shade among shades disappointed. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

221:Atom and molecule in their unseen planButtress an edifice of strange onenesses,Crystal and plant, insect and beast and man, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Electron,

222:One sole oracle helps, still armoured in courage and prudencePatient and heedful to toil at the work that is near in the daylight. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

223:Only of one thingMan can be sure, the will in his heart and his strength in his purpose:This too is Fate and this too the gods ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

224:Destiny’s lasso, its slip-knot tied by delight and repining,Draws us through tangles of failure and victory’s inextricable twining. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

225:Earth has beatitudes warmer than heaven’s that are bare and undying,Marvels of Time on the crest of the moments to Infinity flying. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

226:Of rapturous Love,The bright epiphany whom we name God,Towards whom we droveIn spite of weakness, evil, grief and pain. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

227:On the safe landTo linger is to lose what God has planned    For man’s wide soul,Who set eternal godhead for its goal. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.08 - To the Sea,

228:Yet was the battle decreed for the means supreme of the mortalPlaced in a world where all things strive from the worm to the Titan. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

229:And this the reason of his high unease,    Because he came from the infinitiesTo build immortally with mortal things; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.24 - In the Moonlight,

230:Life in my limbs shall grow deathless, flesh with the God-glory tingle,Lustre of Paradise, light of the earth-ways marry and mingle. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

231:O Life, thy breath is but a cry to the LightImmortal, whence has come thy swift delight,    Thy grasp. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems O Life,

232:We must pass through the aeons; Space is a bar twixt our ankles,Time is a weight that we drag and the scar of the centuries rankles: ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

233:Charmed men applaud the skilful purpose, the dexterous speaker;This they forget that a Force decides, not the wiles of the statesman. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

234:Dear are the halls of our childhood, dear are the fields of our fathers,Yet to the soul that is free no spot on the earth is an exile. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

235:This is the nature of earth that to blows she responds and by scourgingsTravails excited; pain is the bed of her blossoms of pleasure. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

236:A new kind of poetry demands a new mentality in the recipient as well as in the writer. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Poetry and Art General Comments on some Criticisms of the Poem,

237:Hard is the way to the Eternal for the mind-born will of the mortalBound by the body and life to the gait of the house-burdened turtle. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

238:Hid in our hearts is his glory; the Spirit works in our members.Silence is he, with our voices he speaks, in our thoughts he remembers. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

239:One is there only, apart in his greatness, the End and Beginning,—He who has sent through his soul’s wide spaces the universe spinning. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

240:Blood and grief are the ransom of men for the joys of their transience,For we are mortals bound in our strength and beset in our labour. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

241:Strange, remote and splendidChildhood’s fancy pureThrills to thoughts we cannot fathom,Quick felicities obscure. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems A Child’s Imagination,

242:I am that Madan who inform the starsWith lustre and on life’s wide canvas fillPictures of light and shade, of joy and tears. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 10.03 - The Debate of Love and Death,

243:In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,

244:None has been able to hold all the gods in his bosom unstaggered,All have grown drunken with force and have gone down to Hell and to Ate. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

245:Life, the river of the Spirit, consenting to anguish and sorrowIf by her heart’s toil a loan-light of joy from the heavens she can borrow. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

246:There our sun cannot shine and our moon has no place for her lustres,There our lightnings flash not, nor fire of these spaces is suffered. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

247:Dread not the ruin, fear not the storm-blast, yield not, O Trojans.Zeus shall rebuild. Death ends not our days, the fire shall not triumph. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

248:Not on the tramp of the multitudes, not on the cry of the legionsFounds the strong man his strength but the god that he carries within him. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

249:Gods change not their strength, but are of oldAnd as of old, and man, though less than these,May yet proceed to greater, self-evolved. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Urvasie,

250:Knowing all vain, yet we strive; for our nature seizing us alwaysDrives like the flock that is herded and urged towards shambles or pasture. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

251:Life that pursuing her boundless march to a goal which we know not,Ever her own law obeys, not our hopes, who are slaves of her heart-beats. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

252:Easy is the love that lastsOnly with favours in the shopman heart!Who, smitten, takes and gives the kiss, he loves. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.02 - The Meditations of Mandavya,

253:This grey hour was bornFor the ascetic in his silent caveAnd for the dying man whose heart releasedLoosens its vibrant strings. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Chitrangada,

254:Man, by experience of passion purged,His myriad faculty perfecting, widensHis nature as it rises till it growsWith God conterminous. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Urvasie,

255:Silence, the nurse of the Almighty’s power,The omnipotent hush, womb of the immortal Word. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Poetry and Art General Comments on some Criticisms of the Poem,

256:Always man’s Fate hangs poised on the flitting breath of a moment;Called by some word, by some gesture it leaps, then ‘tis graven, ‘tis granite. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

257:We, too, by the Eternal Might are ledTo whatsoever goal He wills.Our helm He grasps, our generous sail outspreadHis strong breath fills. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems To R.,

258:Drowned in the Absolute, found in the Godhead,Swan of the supreme and spaceless ether wandering winged through the universe,Spirit immortal. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems the Ascent,

259:He who would bring the heavens hereMust descend himself into clayAnd the burden of earthly nature bearAnd tread the dolorous way. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems A God’s Labour,

260:Sin exaltedSeizes secure on the thrones of the world for her glorious portion,Down to the bottomless pit the good man is thrust in his virtue. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

261:And all man’s ghastly company of fearsAre born of folly that believes this spanOf brittle life can limit immortal man. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems To Weep because a Glorious Sun,

262:The Truth of truths men fear and deny,The Light of lights they refuse;To ignorant gods they lift their cryOr a demon altar choose. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems A God’s Labour,

263:A tree beside the sandy river-beachHolds up its topmost boughsLike fingers towards the skies they cannot reach,Earth-bound, heaven-amorous. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.07 - A Tree,

264:My soul unhorizoned widens to measureless sight,    My body is God’s happy living tool,        My spirit a vast sun of deathless light. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Divinization of Matter: Lurianic Kabbalah, Physics, and the Supramental Transformation,

265:Is not the world his disguise? when that cloak is tossed back from his shoulders,Beauty looks out like a sun on the hearts of the ravished beholders. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

266:Vain, they have said, is the anguish of man and his labour diurnal,Vainly his caravans cross through the desert of Time to the Eternal. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Vain,

267:In some faint dawn,In some dim eve,    Like a gesture of Light,    Like a dream of delightThou com’st nearer and nearer to me. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems In Some Faint Dawn,

268:Thick and persistent the night confronts all his luminous longings;Dire death’s sickle mows like a harvest his hosts and his throngings. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Vain,

269:Wilt thou not perfect this rather that sprang too from Wisdom and Power?Taking the earthly rose canst thou image not Heaven in a flower? ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.01 - The Descent of Ahana,

270:My mind is awake in stirless trance,Hushed my heart, a burden of delight;Dispelled is the senses’ flicker-dance,Mute the body aureate with light. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Trance,

271:Around me was a formless solitude:All had become one strange Unnameable,An unborn sole Reality world-nude,Topless and fathomless, for ever still. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Adwaita,

272:Confident of His grace, expect His will;Let Him lead; though hidden be the bourne,See Him in all that happens; that fulfilFor which thou wert born. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems To R.,

273:fools! whose prideAbsurd the gods permit a little spaceTo please their souls with laughter, then replaceIn the loud limbo of futilities. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Lines on Ireland,

274:Rejoice and fear not for the waves that swell,The storms that thunder, winds that sweep;Always our Captain holds the rudder well,He does not sleep. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems To R.,

275:Time is a strong convention; future and presentWere living in the past;They are one image that our wills complaisantInto three schemes have cast. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.15 - Rebirth,

276:Lo, all these peoples and who was it fashioned them? Who is unwillingStill to have done with it? laughs beyond pain and saves in the killing? ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.01 - The Descent of Ahana,

277:Our souls and heaven are of an equal statureAnd have a dateless birth;The unending seed, the infinite mould of Nature,They were not made on earth, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.15 - Rebirth,

278:Summer is dead and rich reposeAnd springtide and the rose,And woods and all sweet things make moan;The weeping earth is turned to stone. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Songs to Myrtilla,

279:Man worships the ungrasped. His vagrant thoughtStill busy with the illimitable voidLives all the time by little things upbuoyedWhich he contemns ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Euphrosyne,

280:Noble be in peace, invincible, brave in the battle,Stern and calm to thy foe, to the suppliant merciful. MortalFavour and wrath as thou walkst heed never ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

281:I have laboured and suffered in Matter’s nightTo bring the fire to man;But the hate of hell and human spiteAre my meed since the world began. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems A God’s Labour,

282:Still, still we can hear themNow, if we listen long in our souls, the bygone voices.Earth in her fibres remembers, the breezes are stored with our echoes. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

283:On the white summit of eternity    A single Soul of bare infinities,    Guarded he keeps by a fire-screen of peaceHis mystic loneliness of nude ecstasy. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.33 - Shiva,

284:Therefore is the woman’s partNearest divine, who to one motion keepsAnd like the fixed immortal planets’ roundIs constant to herself in him she loves. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Uloupie,

285:Form in its heart of silence recondite    Hides the significance of His mystery,    Form is the wonder-house of eternity,A cavern of the deathless Eremite. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.65 - Form,

286:Yama, the strong pure Hades sad and subtle,Dharma, who keeps the laws of old untouched,Critanta, who ends all things and at lastHimself shall end. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 10.03 - The Debate of Love and Death,

287:Temple-groundMan, shun the impulses dire that spring armed from thy nature’s abysms!Dread the dusk rose of the gods, flee the honey that tempts from its petals! ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

288:A king of greatness and a slave of love,Host of the stars and guest in Nature’s inn,A high spectator spirit throned above,A pawn of passion in the game divine. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.37 - Lila,

289:Even in the worm is a god and it writhes for a form and an outlet.Workings immortal obscurely struggling, hints of a godheadLabour to form in this clay a divinity. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

290:All is not finished in the unseen decree;A Mind beyond our mind demands our ken,A life of unimagined harmonyAwaits, concealed, the grasp of unborn men. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Evolution - II,

291:He is in me, round me, facing everywhere.Self-walled in ego to exclude His right,I stand upon its boundaries and stareInto the frontiers of the Infinite. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.56 - Omnipresence,

292:Let the little troubled life-god withinCast his veils from the still soul,His tiger-stripes of virtue and sin,His clamour and glamour and thole and dole ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Musa Spiritus,

293:Wise are the gods in their silence,Wise when they speak; but their speech is other than ours and their wisdomHard for a mortal mind to hold and not madden or wander. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

294:I shall not die.    Although this body, when the spirit tires    Of its cramped residence, shall feed the fires,My house consumes, not I. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.16 - The Triumph-Song of Trishuncou,

295:Fate severe like a motherTeaches our wills by disaster and strikes down the props that would weaken,Fate and the Thought on high that is wiser than yearnings of mortals. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

296:I have broken the limits of embodied mindAnd am no more the figure of a soul.The burning galaxies are in me outlined;The universe is my stupendous whole. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Cosmic Spirit,

297:I have escaped and the small self is dead;I am immortal, alone, ineffable;I have gone out from the universe I made,And have grown nameless and immeasurable. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Liberation - I,

298:I have given my mind to be dug Thy channel mind,I have offered up my will to be Thy will:Let nothing of myself be left behindIn our union mystic and unutterable. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 1.2.07 - Surrender,

299:Fools or hypocrites! Meanest falsehood is this among mortals,Veils of purity weaving, names misplacing idealWhen our desires we disguise and paint the lusts of our nature. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

300:He is not anything, yet all is He;He is not all but far exceeds that scope.Both Time and Timelessness sink in that sea:Time is a wave and Space a wandering drop. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.19 - Parabrahman,

301:Wast thou not made in the shape of a woman? Sweetness and beautyMove like a song of the gods in thy limbs and to love is thy dutyGraved in thy heart as on tablets of fate. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

302:And high Delight, a spirit infinite,That is the fountain of this glorious world,Delight that labours in its opposite,Faints in the rose and on the rack is curled. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.19 - Parabrahman,

303:There are two beings in my single self.A Godhead watches Nature from behindAt play in front with a brilliant surface elf,A time-born creature with a human mind. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Dual Being,

304:A life of intensities wide, immuneFloats behind the earth and her life-fret,A magic of realms mastered by spell and rune,Grandiose, blissful, coloured, increate. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Life Heavens,

305:All is abolished but the mute Alone.    The mind from thought released, the heart from grief    Grow inexistent now beyond belief;There is no I, no Nature, known-unknown. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Nirvana,

306:It is Thy rapture flaming through my nervesAnd all my cells and atoms thrill with Thee;My body Thy vessel is and only servesAs a living wine-cup of Thy ecstasy. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Bliss of Identity,

307:He must stride on conquering all,Threatening and clamouring, brutal, invincible,Until he meets upon his storm-swept roadA greater devil—or thunderstroke of God. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Dwarf Napoleon,

308:Identified with silence and boundlessnessMy spirit widens clasping the universe    Till all that seemed becomes the Real,        One in a mighty and single vastness. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Ocean Oneness,

309:Some huge somnambulist IntelligenceDevising without thought process and planArrayed the burning stars’ magnificence,The living bodies of beasts and the brain of man. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Inconscient,

310:I housed within my heart the life of things,All hearts athrob in the world I felt as mine;I shared the joy that in creation singsAnd drank its sorrow like a poignant wine. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Life-Unity,

311:Life and mind and their glory and debateAre the slow prelude of a vaster theme,    A sketch confused of a supernal plan,        A preface to the epic of the Supreme. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.28 - The Greater Plan,

312:now I listen to a greater WordBorn from the mute unseen omniscient Ray:The Voice that only Silence’ ear has heardLeaps missioned from an eternal glory of Day. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Word of the Silence,

313:There is a silence greater than any knownTo earth’s dumb spirit, motionless in the soul    That has become Eternity’s foothold,        Touched by the infinitudes for ever. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Jivanmukta,

314:My mind is hushed in wide and endless light,My heart a solitude of delight and peace,My sense unsnared by touch and sound and sight,My body a point in white infinities. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Liberation - I,

315:Silence is round me, wideness ineffable;White birds on the ocean diving and wandering;    A soundless sea on a voiceless heaven,        Azure on azure, is mutely gazing. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Ocean Oneness,

316:The Friend of Man helps him with life and deathUntil he knows. Then, freed from mortal breath,Grief, pain, resentment, terror pass away.He feels the joy of the immortal play; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 4.2.04 - Epiphany,

317:Who art thou in the heart comrade of man who sitstAugust, watching his works, watching his joys and griefs,Unmoved, careless of pain, careless of death and fate? ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Witness and the Wheel,

318:A bare impersonal hush is now my mind,A world of sight clear and inimitable,A volume of silence by a Godhead signed,A greatness pure of thought, virgin of will. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Word of the Silence,

319:One on another we prey and one by another are mighty.This is the world and we have not made it; if it is evil,Blame first the gods; but for us, we must live by its laws or we perish. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

320:Yearning that claimed all time for its date and all life for its fuel,All that we wonder at gazing back when the passion has fallen,Labour blind and vain expense and sacrifice wasted ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

321:A creature of his own grey ignorance,    A mind half shadow and half gleam, a breath    That wrestles, captive in a world of death,To live some lame brief years. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Man the Thinking Animal,

322:Yogic or occult powers are no more supernatural or incredible than is supernatural or incredible the power to write a great poem or compose great music. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Himself and the Ashram Education,

323:Two genii in the dubious heart of man,    Two great unhappy foes together bound    Wrestle and strive to win unhampered ground;They strive for ever since the race began. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.24 - In the Moonlight,

324:I saw my soul a traveller through Time;From life to life the cosmic ways it trod,Obscure in the depths and on the heights sublime,Evolving from the worm into the god. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Miracle of Birth,

325:Love and the need of mastery, joy and the longing for greatnessRage like a fire unquenchable burning the world and creating,Nor till humanity dies will they sink in the ashes of Nature. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

326:One, universal, ensphering creation,Wheeling no more with inconscient Nature,Feel thyself God-born, know thyself deathless.Timeless return to thy immortal existence. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Soul in the Ignorance,

327:The crude beginnings of the lifeless earth,The mindless stirrings of the plant and treePrepared our thought; thought for a godlike birthBroadens the mould of our mortality. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Evolution - II,

328:This mute stupendous Energy that whirlsThe stars and nebulae in its long train,Like a huge Serpent through my being curlsWith its diamond hood of joy and fangs of pain. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Witness Spirit,

329:This mute stupendous Energy that whirlsThe stars and nebulae in its long train,Like a huge Serpent through my being curlsWith its diamond hood of joy and fangs of pain. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Witness Spirit,

330:We are but sparks of that most perfect fire,Waves of that sea:From Him we come, to Him we go, desireEternally,And so long as He wills, our separate birthIs and shall be. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

331:All sounds, all voices have become Thy voice,Music and thunder and the cry of birds,Life’s babble of her sorrows and her joys,Cadence of human speech and murmured words, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Divine Hearing,

332:In the sweep of the worlds, in the surge of the ages,Ineffable, mighty, majestic and pure,Beyond the last pinnacle seized by the thinkerHe is throned in His seats that for ever endure. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.02 - Who,

333:That is our home and that the secret hopeOur hearts explore.To bring those heavens down upon the earthWe all descend,And fragments of it in the human birthWe can command. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

334:Now from his cycle sleepless and vast round the dance of the earth-globeGold Hyperion rose in the wake of the dawn like the eyeballFlaming of God revealed by his uplifted luminous eyelid. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

335:Although consenting here to a mortal body,He is the Undying; limit and bond he knows not;    For him the aeons are a playground,        Life and its deeds are his splendid shadow. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Jivanmukta,

336:I have wrapped the wide world in my wider selfAnd Time and Space my spirit’s seeing are.I am the god and demon, ghost and elf,I am the wind’s speed and the blazing star. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 07.07 - The Discovery of the Cosmic Spirit and the Cosmic Consciousness,

337:The Master who bends o’er His creatures,Suffers their sins and their errors and guides them screening the guidance;Each through his nature He leads and the world by the lure of His wisdom. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

338:All music is only the sound of His laughter,All beauty the smile of His passionate bliss;Our lives are His heart-beats, our rapture the bridalOf Radha and Krishna, our love is their kiss. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.02 - Who,

339:My life is the life of village and continent,I am earth’s agony and her throbs of bliss;I share all creatures’ sorrow and contentAnd feel the passage of every stab and kiss. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Cosmic Spirit,

340:No danger can perturb my spirit’s calm:My acts are Thine; I do Thy works and pass;Failure is cradled on Thy deathless arm,Victory is Thy passage mirrored in Fortune’s glass. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 1.18 - The Divine Worker,

341:Soul in the Ignorance, wake from its stupor.Flake of the world-fire, spark of Divinity,Lift up thy mind and thy heart into glory.Sun in the darkness, recover thy lustre. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Soul in the Ignorance,

342:Love men, love God. Fear not to love, O King,Fear not to enjoy;For Death’s a passage, grief a fancied thingFools to annoy.From self escape and find in love aloneA higher joy. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.23 - The Rishi,

343:Everybody is different. Some comedy is more musical like Steven Wright. His is a pillar of comedy to me. He invented a whole form and all his jokes are poems. So it's different. I wanted to do it like George Carlin. Now I do it like me. ~ Louis C K,

344:My soul’s wide self of living infinite SpaceOutlines its body luminous and unborn    Behind the earth-robe; under the earth-mask grows clear        The mould of an imperishable face. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Conscious Immortality,

345:My soul’s wide self of living infinite SpaceOutlines its body luminous and unborn    Behind the earth-robe; under the earth-mask grows clear        The mould of an imperishable face. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Conscious Immortality,

346:I know, O God, the day shall dawn at lastWhen man shall rise from playing with the mudAnd taking in his hands the sun and starsRemould appearance, law and process old. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.02 - The Meditations of Mandavya,

347:Two are the ends of existence, two are the dreams of the Mother:Heaven unchanging, earth with her time-beats yearn to each other,—Earth-souls needing the touch of the heavens peace to recapture ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

348:Our mind is a glimmering curtain of that Ray,Our strength a parody of the Immortal’s power,Our joy a dreamer on the Eternal’s wayHunting the unseizable beauty of an hour. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.29 - The Universal Incarnation,

349:There is a joy behind suffering; pain digs our road to his pleasance.All things have bliss for their secret; only our consciousness faltersFearing to offer itself as a victim on ecstasy’s altars. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

350:Who shall foretell the event of a battle, the fall of a footstep?Oracles, visions and prophecies voice but the dreams of the mortal,And ‘tis our spirit within is the Pythoness tortured in Delphi. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

351:Over all earthly things the soul that is fearless is master,Only on death he can reckon not whether it comes in the midnightTreading the couch of Kings in their pride or speeds in the spear-shaft. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

352:There is a wisdom like a brooding Sun,A Bliss in the heart’s crypt grown fiery white,The heart of a world in which all hearts are one,A Silence on the mountains of delight, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.29 - The Universal Incarnation,

353:Life renewed its ways which death and sleep cannot alter,Life that pursuing her boundless march to a goal which we know not,Ever her own law obeys, not our hopes, who are slaves of her heart-beats. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

354:Mortals, your end is beatitude, rapture eternal his meaning:Joy, which he most now denies, is his purpose: the hedges, the screeningWere but the rules of his play; his denials came to lure farther. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

355:I dwell in the spirit’s calm nothing can moveAnd watch the actions of Thy vast world-force,Its mighty wings that through infinity moveAnd the Time-gallopings of the deathless Horse. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Witness Spirit,

356:Yet his advance,Attempt of a divinity within,    A consciousness in the inconscient Night,    To realise its own supernal Light,Confronts the ruthless forces of the Unseen. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Man the Thinking Animal,

357:Yet in the midst of our labour and weeping not utterly lonelyWander our steps, nor are terror and grief our portion only.Do we not hear in the heart of the peril a flute go before us? ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.01 - The Descent of Ahana,

358:Back from his nature he drew to the passionless peaks of the spirit,Throned where it dwells for ever uplifted and silent and changelessFar beyond living and death, beyond Nature and ending of Nature. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

359:How shall they prosper who haste after auguries, oracles, whispers,Dreams that walk in the night and voices obscure of the silence?Touches are these from the gods that bewilder the brain to its ruin. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

360:Our souls travelling different paths have met in the agesEach for its work and they cling for an hour to the names of affection,Then Time’s long waves bear them apart for new forms we shall know not, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

361:Self-GivingHateful I hold him who sworn to a cause that is holy and commonBroods upon private wrongs or serving his lonely ambitionStudies to reap his gain from the labour and woe of his fellows. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

362:Dead is the past; the void has possessed it; its drama is ended,Finished its music. The future is dim and remote from our knowledge;Silent it lies on the knees of the gods in their luminous stillness. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

363:All eyes that look on me are my sole eyes;The one heart that beats within all breasts is mine.The world’s happiness flows through me like wine,Its million sorrows are my agonies. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Indwelling Universal,

364:Each of us bears his punishment, fruit of a seed that’s forgotten;Each of us curses his neighbour protecting his heart with illusions:Therefore like children we blame each other and hate and are angry. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

365:Moved man’s tongue in its wrath looses speech that is hard to be pardoned,Afterwards stilled we regret, we forgive. If all were resented,None could live on this earth that is thick with our stumblings. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

366:Pride is not for our clay; the earth, not heaven was our motherAnd we are even as the ant in our toil and the beast in our dying;Only who cling to the hands of the gods can rise up from the earth-mire. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

367:He is lost in the heart, in the cavern of Nature,He is found in the brain where He builds up the thought:In the pattern and bloom of the flowers He is woven,In the luminous net of the stars He is caught. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 3.1.02 - Who,

368:Oneness unknown to us dwells in these millions of figures and faces,Wars with itself in our battles, loves in our clinging embraces,Inly the self and the substance of things and their cause and their mover ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

369:This iron, brute, gigantic helpless toyThey call a world, this thing that turns and turnsAnd shrieks and bleeds and cannot stop, this victimBroken and living yet on its own wheel, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.02 - The Meditations of Mandavya,

370:But for the god in their breasts unsatisfied, but for his spurringsSoon would the hero turn beast and the sage reel back to the savage;Man from his difficult heights would recoil and be mud in the earth-mud. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

371:Into this life which the sunlight bounds and the greenness has cradled,Armed with strength we have come; as our strength is, so is our joyance.What but for joyance is birth and what but for joyance is living? ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

372:Leave to the gods their godhead and, mortal, turn to thy labour;Take what thou canst from the hour that is thine and be fearless in spirit;This is the greatness of man and the joy of his stay in the sunlight. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

373:Near to the quiet truth of things we standIn this grey moment. Neither happy lightNor joyful sound deceives the listening heart,Nor Night inarms, the Mother brooding vast,To comfort us with sleep. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Chitrangada,

374:The gods have inventedOnly one way for a man through the world, O my slavegirl Briseis,Valiant to be and noble and truthful and just to the humble,Only one way for a woman, to love and serve and be faithful. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

375:Truth is wider, greater than her forms.A thousand icons they have made of herAnd find her in the idols they adore;But she remains herself and infinite. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Poetry and Art Comments on Specific Lines and Passages of the Poem,

376:Has put the stars out ere the light,And from their dewy cushions riseSweet flowers half-opening their eyes.O pleasant then to feel as if new-bornThe sweet, unripe and virgin air, the air of morn. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Songs to Myrtilla,

377:What though ‘tis true that the river of Life through the Valley of PerilFlows! But the diamond shines on the cliffside, jacinth and berylGleam in the crannies, sapphire, smaragdus the roadway bejewel, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.01 - The Descent of Ahana,

378:Out and alas! earth’s greatest are earth and they fail in the testing,Conquered by sorrow and doubt, fate’s hammerers, fires of her furnace.God in their souls they renounce and submit to their clay and its promptings. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

379:My heart shall throb with the world-beats of Thy love,My body become Thy engine for earth-use;In my nerves and veins Thy rapture’s streams shall move;My thoughts shall be hounds of Light for Thy power to loose. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 1.2.07 - Surrender,

380:To heal the evils and mistakes of SpaceAnd change the tragedy of the ignorant worldInto a Divine Comedy of joyAnd the laughter and the rapture of God’s bliss.The Mother of God is mother of our souls ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.6.12 - The Mother of God,

381:Transient, we made not ourselves, but at birth from the first we were fashionedValiant or fearful and as was our birth by the gods and their thinkingsFormed, so already enacted and fixed by their wills are our fortunes. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

382:Soul, my soul Soul, my soul, yet ascend crossing the marge of life: Mount out far above Time, reach to the golden end ... Live there lost in God space, rapturous, vacant, mute, Sun-bright, timeless, immense, single and absolute. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

383:Who can point out the way of the gods and the path of their travel,Who shall impose on them bounds and an orbit? The winds have their treading,–They can be followed and seized, not the gods when they move towards their purpose. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

384:Perhaps the heart of God for ever singsAnd worlds come throbbing out from every note;Perhaps His soul sits ever calm and stillAnd listens to the music rapturously,Himself adoring, by Himself adored. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.02 - The Meditations of Mandavya,

385:Then as now men walked in the round which the gods have decreed themEagerly turning their eyes to the lure and the tool and the labour.Chained is their gaze to the span in front, to the gulfs they are blindedMeant for their steps. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

386:Greater it seems to my mind to be king over men than their slayer,Nobler to build and to govern than what the ages have labouredPutting their godhead forth to create or the high gods have fashioned,That to destroy in our wrath of a moment. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

387:Such were a dream of some sage at night when he muses in fancy,Imaging freely a flawless world where none were afflicted,No man inferior, all could sublimely equal and brothersLive in a peace divine like the gods in their luminous regions. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

388:All things are subject to sweet pleasure,But three things keep her richest measure,The breeze that visits heavenAnd knows the planets seven,The green spring with its flowery truthCreative and the luminous heart of youth. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Songs to Myrtilla,

389:God:::Thou who pervadest all the worlds below,Yet sitst above,Master of all who work and rule and know,Servant of Love!Thou who disdainest not the worm to beNor even the clod,Therefore we know by that humilityThat thou art God. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

390:The knowledge of mortals is bound unto blindness.Either only they walk mid the coloured dreams of the sensesTreading the greenness of earth and deeming the touch of things real,Or if they see, by the curse of the gods their sight into falsehood ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

391:All over earth men wept and bled and laboured, world-wideSowing Fate with their deeds and had other fruit than they hoped for,Out of desires and their passionate griefs and fleeting enjoymentsWeaving a tapestry fit for the gods to admire, who in ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

392:But for the god in their breasts unsatisfied, but for his spurringsSoon would the hero turn beast and the sage reel back to the savage;Man from his difficult heights would recoil and be mud in the earth-mud.This by pain we prevent; we compel his ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

393:Men must sow earth with their hearts and their tears that their country may prosper;Earth who bore and devours us that life may be born from our remnants.Then shall the Sacrifice gather its fruits when the war-shout is silent,Nor shall the blood ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

394:Only one doom irreparable treads down the soul of a nation,Only one downfall endures; ‘tis the ruin of greatness and virtue,Mourning when Freedom departs from the life and the heart of a people,Into her room comes creeping the mind of the slave. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

395:Then if the tempest be loud and the thunderbolt leaping incessantShatters the roof, if the lintels flame at last and each corniceShrieks with the pain of the blast, if the very pillars totter,Keep yet your faith in Zeus, hold fast to the word of ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

396:All whose eyes can pierce that curtain, gaze into dimness;This they have glimpsed and that they imagine deceived by their naturesSeeing the forms in their hearts of dreadful things and of joyous;As in the darkness our eyes are deceived by shadows ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

397:Earth that was wakened by pain to life and by hunger to thinkingLeft to her joys rests inert and content with her gains and her station.But for the unbearable whips of the gods back soon to her matterShe would go glad and the goal would be missed ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

398:Evil is worked, not justice, when into the mould of our thinkingsGod we would force and enchain to the throb of our hearts the immortals,—Justice and Virtue, her sister,—for where is justice mid creaturesPerfectly? Even the gods are betrayed by o ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

399:Hopes that were confident, fates that sprang dire from the seed of a moment,Yearning that claimed all time for its date and all life for its fuel,All that we wonder at gazing back when the passion has fallen,Labour blind and vain expense and sacr ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

400:This is the burden of man that he acts from his heart and his passions,Stung by the goads of the gods he hews at the ties that are dearest.Lust was the guide they sent us, wrath was a whip for his coursers,Madness they made the heart’s comrade, r ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

401:This is the greatness of gods that they know and can put back the knowledge;Doing the work they have chosen they turn not for fruit nor for failure,Griefless they walk to their goal and strain not their eyes towards the ending.Light that they hav ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

402:Vainly the divine whispers seek us; the heights are rejected.Man to his earth drawn always prefers his nethermost promptings,Man, devouring, devoured who is slayer and slain through the agesSince by the beast he soars held and exceeds not that pe ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

403:What can man suffer direr or worse than enslaved from a victorBoons to accept, to take safety and ease from the foe and the stranger,Fallen from the virtue stern that heaven permits to a mortal?Death is not keener than this nor the slaughter of f ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

404:Who among men has not thoughts that he holds for the wisest, though foolish?Who, though feeble and nought, esteems not his strength o’er his fellow’s?Therefore the wisest and strongest choose out a king and a leader,Not as a perfect arbiter armed ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

405:Children of Immortality, gods who are joyous for ever,Rapture is ours and eternity measures our lives by his aeons.For we desireless toil who have joy in the fall as the triumph,Knowledge eternal possessing we work for an end that is destinedL ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

406:He who a god for his kindred,Lives for the rest without bowels of pity or fellowship, lone-souled,Scorning the world that he rules, who untamed by the weight of an empireHolds allies as subjects, subjects as slaves and drives to the battleCare ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

407:His flute with its sweetness ensnaringSounds in our ears in the night and our souls of their teguments baringHales us out naked and absolute, out to his woodlands eternal,Out to his moonlit dances, his dalliance sweet and supernal,And we go st ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

408:In earth’s rhythm of shadow and sunlightStorm is the dance of the locks of the God assenting to greatness,Zeus who with secret compulsion orders the ways of our nature;Veiled in events he lives and working disguised in the mortalBuilds our str ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

409:Man who has toweredOut of the plasm and struggled by thought to Divinity’s level,Man, this miniature second creator of good and of evil,He too was only a compost of Matter made living, organic,Forged as her thinking tool by an Energy blind and ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

410:Surely the gods protect, yet is Death too always mighty.Most in his shadowy envy he strikes at the brave and the lovely,Grudging works to abridge their days and to widow the sunlight.Most, disappointed, he rages against the beloved of Heaven;S ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

411:Though the people hear us not, yet are we bound to our nation:Over the people the gods are; over a man is his country;This is the deity first adored by the hearths of the noble.For by our nation’s will we are ruled in the home and the battleAn ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

412:Stood visible, Titanic, scarlet-clad,Dark as a thunder-cloud, with streaming hairObscuring heaven, and in her sovran graspThe sword, the flower, the boon, the bleeding head,—Bhavani. Then she vanished; the daylightWas ordinary in a common w ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Baji Prabhou,

413:God's TreadOnce we have chosen to be as the gods, we must follow that motion.Knowledge must grow in us, might like a Titan’s, bliss like an ocean,Calmness and purity born of the spirit’s gaze on the Real,Rapture of his oneness embracing the soul in a clasp ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.02 - Ahana,

414:Time in its cycles waited for man. Though his kingdom is ended,Here in a speck mid the suns and his life is a throb in the aeons,Yet, O you Titans and Gods, O Rudras, O strong Aditeians,Man is the centre and knot; he is first, though the last in ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.01 - The Descent of Ahana,

415:World-destiny waits upon that foaming lip.A Titan Power upholds this pigmy man,The crude dwarf instrument of a mighty Force.Hater of the free spirit’s joy and light,Made only of strength and skill and giant might,A Will to trample humanity ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Dwarf Napoleon,

416:Always the wide-pacing river of Life from its far-off fountainsFlows down mighty and broad, like a warhorse brought from its mangerArching its neck as it paces grand to the gorges of danger.Sometimes we hesitate, often start and would turn from t ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.01 - The Descent of Ahana,

417:Napoleon’s mind was swift and bold and vast,His heart was calm and stormy like the sea,His will dynamic in its grip and clasp.His eye could hold a world within its graspAnd see the great and small things sovereignly.A movement of gigantic d ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Dwarf Napoleon,

418:Now I have done with space and my soul is released from the hours.Saved is my heart from the need of joy, the attraction to sorrow,Who have escaped from my past and forgotten today and tomorrow;I have grown vacant and mighty, naked and wide as th ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.2.01 - The Descent of Ahana,

419:A Tree ::: A tree beside the sandy river-beach Holds up its topmost boughs Like fingers towards the skies they cannot reach, Earth-bound, heaven amorous. This is the soul of man. Body and brain Hungry for earth our heavenly flight detain. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

420:Mother-EarthWho but the fool and improvident, who but the dreamer and madmanLeaves for the far and ungrasped earth’s close and provident labour?Children of earth, our mother gives tokens, she lays down her signposts,Step by step to advance on her bosom, to g ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

421:Suffering is the food of our strength and torture the bliss of our entrails.We are pitiless, mighty and glad, the gods fear our laughter inhuman.Our hearts are heroic and hard; we wear the belt of Orion:Our will has the edge of the thunderbolt, o ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Children of Wotan,

422:We are the javelins of Destiny, we are the children of Wotan,We are the human Titans, the supermen dreamed by the sage.A cross of the beast and demoniac with the godhead of power and will,We were born in humanity’s sunset, to the Night is our pil ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems The Children of Wotan,

423:Earth-MemoryThe earth is safer, warmer its sunbeams;Death and limits are known; so he clings to them hating the summons.So might one dwell who has come to take joy in a fair-lighted prison;Amorous grown of its marble walls and its noble adornments,Lost to ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

424:I walk by the chill wave through the dull slimeAnd still that weary journeying knows no end;Lost is the lustrous godhead beyond Time,There comes no voice of the celestial Friend.And yet I know my footprints’ track shall beA pathway towards I ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 7.5.21 - The Pilgrim of the Night,

425:He tore desire up from its bleeding rootsAnd offered to the gods the vacant place. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,

426:All opposition seems and strife and chance,An aimless labour with but scanty sense,To eyes that see a part and miss the whole; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems Songs to Myrtilla,

427:IN THE entire ten quarters of the Buddha land There is only one vehicle. When we see clearly, there is no difference in all the teachings. What is there to lose? What is there to gain? If we gain something, it was there from the beginning. If we lose anything, it is hidden nearby. Look at the ball in the sleeve of my robe. Surely it has great value.[ The first sentence of this poem quotes a famous line from the Lotus Sutra.] ~ Taigu Ryokan,

428:"Savitri", the poem, the word of Sri Aurobindo is the cosmic Answer to the cosmic Question. And Savitri, the person, the Godhead, the Divine Woman is the Divine's response to the human aspiration.The world is a great question mark. It is a riddle, eternal and ever-recurring. Man has faced the riddle and sought to arrive at a solution since he was given a mind to seek and interrogate.What is this universe? From where has it come? Whither is it going? What is the purpose of it all? Why is man here? What is the object of his existence? ~ Nolini Kanta Gupta, Savitri ,

429:Bride of the Fire ::: Bride of the Fire, clasp me now close, -Bride of the Fire!I have shed the bloom of the earthly rose,I have slain desire.Beauty of the Light, surround my life, -Beauty of the Light!I have sacrificed longing and parted from grief,I can bear thy delight.Image of Ecstasy, thrill and enlace, -Image of Bliss!I would see only thy marvellous face,Feel only thy kiss.Voice of Infinity, sound in my heart, -Call of the One!Stamp there thy radiance, never to part,O living sun. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

430:Krishna:::At last I find a meaning of soul's birthInto this universe terrible and sweet,I who have felt the hungry heart of earthAspiring beyond heaven to Krishna's feet.I have seen the beauty of immortal eyes,And heard the passion of the Lover's flute,And known a deathless ecstasy's surpriseAnd sorrow in my heart for ever mute.Nearer and nearer now the music draws,Life shudders with a strange felicity;All Nature is a wide enamoured pauseHoping her lord to touch, to clasp, to be.For this one moment lived the ages past;The world now throbs fulfilled in me at last. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

431:The Golden Light ::: Thy golden Light came down into my brainAnd the grey rooms of mind sun-touched becameA bright reply to Wisdom's occult plane,A calm illumination and a flame.Thy golden Light came down into my throat,And all my speech is now a tune divine,A paean-song of Thee my single note;My words are drunk with the Immortal's wine.Thy golden Light came down into my heartSmiting my life with Thy eternity;Now has it grown a temple where Thou artAnd all its passions point towards only Thee.Thy golden Light came down into my feet,My earth is now Thy playfield and Thy seat. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

432:The Silver Call There is a godhead of unrealised things To which Time's splendid gains are hoarded dross; A cry seems near, a rustle of silver wings Calling to heavenly joy by earthly loss. All eye has seen and all the ear has heard Is a pale illusion by some greater voice And mightier vision; no sweet sound or word, No passion of hues that make the heart rejoice Can equal those diviner ecstasies. A Mind beyond our mind has sole the ken Of those yet unimagined harmonies, The fate and privilege of unborn men. As rain-thrashed mire the marvel of the rose, Earth waits that distant marvel to disclose. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 594,

433:I Have A Hundred Lives::: I have a hundred lives before me yetTo grasp thee in, O spirit ethereal,Be sure I will with heart insatiatePursue thee like a hunter through them all.Thou yet shalt turn back on the eternal wayAnd with awakened vision watch me comeSmiling a little at errors past, and layThy eager hand in mine, its proper home.Meanwhile made happy by thy happinessI shall approach thee in things and people dearAnd in thy spirit's motions half-possessLoving what thou hast loved, shall feel thee near,Until I lay my hands on thee indeedSomewhere among the stars, as 'twas decreed. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 180,

434:The Divine WorkerI face earth's happenings with an equal soul;In all are heard Thy steps: Thy unseen feetTread Destiny's pathways in my front. Life's wholeTremendous theorem is Thou complete.No danger can perturb my spirit's calm:My acts are Thine; I do Thy works and pass;Failure is cradled on Thy deathless arm,Victory is Thy passage mirrored in Fortune's glass.In this rude combat with the fate of manThy smile within my heart makes all my strength;Thy Force in me labours at its grandiose plan,Indifferent to the Time-snake's crawling length.No power can slay my soul; it lives in Thee.Thy presence is my immortality. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

435:Cosmic Consciousness ::: I have wrapped the wide world in my wider selfAnd Time and Space my spirit's seeing are.I am the god and demon, ghost and elf,I am the wind's speed and the blazing star.All Nature is the nursling of my care,I am its struggle and the eternal rest;The world's joy thrilling runs through me, I bearThe sorrow of millions in my lonely breast.I have learned a close identity with all,Yet am by nothing bound that I become;Carrying in me the universe's callI mount to my imperishable home.I pass beyond Time and life on measureless wings,Yet still am one with born and unborn things. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

436:Because Thou Art ::: Because Thou art All-beauty and All-bliss, My soul blind and enamoured yearns for Thee; It bears thy mystic touch in all that is And thrills with the burden of that ecstasy. Behind all eyes I meet Thy secret gaze And in each voice I hear Thy magic tune: Thy sweetness haunts my heart through Nature's ways Nowhere it beats now from Thy snare immune. It loves Thy body in all living things; Thy joy is there in every leaf and stone: The moments bring thee on their fiery wings; Sight's endless artistry is Thou alone. Time voyages with Thee upon its prow And all the futures passionate hope is Thou. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

437:Invitation:::With wind and the weather beating round meUp to the hill and the moorland I go.Who will come with me? Who will climb with me?Wade through the brook and tramp through the snow?Not in the petty circle of citiesCramped by your doors and your walls I dwell;Over me God is blue in the welkin,Against me the wind and the storm rebel.I sport with solitude here in my regions,Of misadventure have made me a friend.Who would live largely? Who would live freely?Here to the wind-swept uplands ascend.I am the Lord of tempest and mountain,I am the Spirit of freedom and pride.Stark must he be and a kinsman to dangerWho shares my kingdom and walks at my side. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

438:A talisman is a storehouse of some particular kind of energy, the kind that is needed to accomplish the task for which you have constructed it...The decisive advantage of this system is not that its variety makes it so adaptable to our needs, but that we already posses the Invocations necessary to call forth the Energies required...You must lay most closely to your heart the theory of the Magical Link and see well to it that it rings true; for without this your talisman is worse than useless. It is dangerous; for all that Energy is bound to expend itself somehow; it will make its own links with anything handy that takes its fancy; and you can get into any sort of the most serious kind of trouble...Most of my Talismans, like my Invocations, have been poems. ~ Aleister Crowley, Magick without Tears ,

439:The magic in a word remains magic even if it is not understood, and loses none of its power. Poems may be understandable or they may not, but they must be good, and they must be real.From the examples of the algebraic signs on the walls of Kovalevskaia's nursery that had such a decisive influence on the child's fate, and from the example of spells, it is clear we cannot demand of all language: "be easy to understand, like the sign in the street." The speech of higher intelligence, even when it is not understandable, falls like seed into the fertile soil of the soul and only much later, in mysterious ways, does it bring forth its shoots. Does the earth understand the writing of the seeds a farmer scatters on its surface? No. But the grain still ripens in autumn, in response to those seeds. In any case, I certainly do not maintain that every incomprehensible piece of writing is beautiful. I mean only that we must not reject a piece of writing simply because it is incomprehensible to a particular group of readers. ~ Velimir Khlebnikov,

440:From the twilight of day till the twilight of evening, a leopard, in the last years of the thirteenth century, would see some wooden planks, some vertical iron bars, men and women who changed, a wall and perhaps a stone gutter filled with dry leaves. He did not know, could not know, that he longed for love and cruelty and the hot pleasure of tearing things to pieces and the wind carrying the scent of a deer, but something suffocated and rebelled within him and God spoke to him in a dream: ""You live and will die in this prison so that a man I know of may see you a certain number of times and not forget you and place your figure and symbol in a poem which has its precise place in the scheme of the universe. You suffer captivity, but you will have given a word to the poem. God, in the dream, illumined the animal's brutishness and the animal understood these reasons and accepted his destiny, but, when he awoke, there was in him only an obscure resignation, a valorous ignorance, for the machinery of the world is much too complex for the simplicity of a beast. ~ Jorge Luis Borges,

441:If we are religious-minded, perhaps we will see the gods who inhabit this world. Beings, forces, sounds, lights, and rhythms are just so many true forms of the same indefinable, but not unknowable, Essence we call God; we have spoken of God, and made temples, laws or poems to try to capture the one little pulsation filling us with sunshine, but it is free as the wind on foam-flecked shores. We may also enter the world of music, which in fact is not different from the others but a special extension of this same, great inexpressible Vibration. If once, only once, even for a few moments in a lifetime, we can hear that Music, that Joy singing above, we will know what Beethoven and Bach heard; we will know what God is because we will have heard God. We will probably not say anything grandiose; we will just know that That exists, whereupon all the suffering in the world will seem redeemed. At the extreme summit of the overmind, there only remain great waves of multi-hued light, says the Mother, the play of spiritual forces, which later translate - sometimes much later - into new ideas, social changes, or earthly events, after crossing one by one all the layers of consciousness and suffering a considerable distortion and loss of light... ~ Satprem, Sri Aurobindo Or The Adventure Of Consciousness ,

442:Musa Spiritus ::: O Word concealed in the upper fire, Thou who hast lingered through centuries, Descend from thy rapt white desire, Plunging through gold eternities. Into the gulfs of our nature leap, Voice of the spaces, call of the Light! Break the seals of Matter's sleep, Break the trance of the unseen height. In the uncertain glow of human mind, Its waste of unharmonied thronging thoughts, Carve thy epic mountain-lined Crowded with deep prophetic grots. Let thy hue-winged lyrics hover like birds Over the swirl of the heart's sea. Touch into sight with thy fire-words The blind indwelling deity. O Muse of the Silence, the wideness make In the unplumbed stillness that hears thy voice, In the vast mute heavens of the spirit awake Where thy eagles of Power flame and rejoice. Out, out with the mind and its candles flares, Light, light the suns that never die. For my ear the cry of the seraph stars And the forms of the Gods for my naked eye! Let the little troubled life-god within Cast his veils from the still soul, His tiger-stripes of virtue and sin, His clamour and glamour and thole and dole; All make tranquil, all make free. Let my heart-beats measure the footsteps of God As He comes from His timeless infinity To build in their rapture His burning abode. Weave from my life His poem of days, His calm pure dawns and His noons of force. My acts for the grooves of His chariot-race, My thoughts for the tramp of His great steeds' course! ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

443:Many men think and write through inspiration. From where does it come?Many! That is indeed a wonderful thing. I did not think there have been so many.... So?Poets, when they write poems...Ah! Inspirations come from very many different places. There are inspirations that may be very material, there are inspirations that may be vital, there are inspirations that come from all kinds of mental planes, and there are very, very rare inspirations that come from the higher mind or from a still higher region. All inspirations do not come from the same place. Hence, to be inspired does not necessarily mean that one is a higher be- ing.... One may be inspired also to do and say many stupid things!What does "inspired" mean?It means receiving something which is beyond you, which was not within you; to open yourself to an influence which is outside your individual conscious being.Indeed, one can have also an inspiration to commit a murder! In countries where they decapitate murderers, cut off their heads, this causes a very brutal death which throws out the vital being, not allowing it the time to decompose for coming out of the body; the vital being is violently thrown out of the body, with all its impulses; and generally it goes and lodges itself in one of those present there, men half horrified, half with a kind of unhealthy curiosity. That makes the opening and it enters within. Statistics have proved that most young murderers admit that the impulse came to them when they were present at the death of another murderer. It was an "inspiration", but of a detestable kind.Fundamentally it is a moment of openness to something which was not within your personal consciousness, which comes from outside and rushes into you and makes you do something. This is the widest formula that can be given.Now, generally, when people say: "Oh! he is an inspired poet", it means he has received something from high above and expressed it in a remarkable manneR But one should rather say that his inspiration is of a high quality. ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1953 ,

444:Mother of Dreams ::: Goddess supreme, Mother of Dream, by thy ivory doors when thou standest,Who are they then that come down unto men in thy visions that troop, group upon group, down the path of the shadows slanting?Dream after dream, they flash and they gleam with the flame of the stars still around them;Shadows at thy side in a darkness ride where the wild fires dance, stars glow and glance and the random meteor glistens;There are voices that cry to their kin who reply; voices sweet, at the heart they beat and ravish the soul as it listens.What then are these lands and these golden sands and these seas more radiant than earth can imagine?Who are those that pace by the purple waves that race to the cliff-bound floor of thy jasper shore under skies in which mystery muses,Lapped in moonlight not of our night or plunged in sunshine that is not diurnal?Who are they coming thy Oceans roaming with sails whose strands are not made by hands, an unearthly wind advances?Why do they join in a mystic line with those on the sands linking hands in strange and stately dances?Thou in the air, with a flame in thy hair, the whirl of thy wonders watching,Holdest the night in thy ancient right, Mother divine, hyacinthine, with a girdle of beauty defended.Sworded with fire, attracting desire, thy tenebrous kingdom thou keepest,Starry-sweet, with the moon at thy feet, now hidden now seen the clouds between in the gloom and the drift of thy tresses.Only to those whom thy fancy chose, O thou heart-free, is it given to see thy witchcraft and feel thy caresses.Open the gate where thy children wait in their world of a beauty undarkened.High-throned on a cloud, victorious, proud I have espied Maghavan ride when the armies of wind are behind him;Food has been given for my tasting from heaven and fruit of immortal sweetness;I have drunk wine of the kingdoms divine and have healed the change of music strange from a lyre which our hands cannot master,Doors have swung wide in the chambers of pride where the Gods reside and the Apsaras dance in their circles faster and faster.For thou art she whom we first can see when we pass the bounds of the mortal;There at the gates of the heavenly states thou hast planted thy wand enchanted over the head of the Yogin waving.From thee are the dream and the shadows that seem and the fugitive lights that delude us;Thine is the shade in which visions are made; sped by thy hands from celestial lands come the souls that rejoice for ever.Into thy dream-worlds we pass or look in thy magic glass, then beyond thee we climb out of Space and Time to the peak of divine endeavour. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems ,

445:- for every well-made and significant poem, picture, statue or building is an act of creative knowledge, a living discovery of the consciousness, a figure of Truth, a dynamic form of mental and vital self-expression or world-expression, - all that seeks, all that finds, all that voices or figures is a realisation of something of the play of the Infinite and to that extent can be made a means of God-realisation or of divine formation. But the Yogin has to see that it is no longer done as part of an ignorant mental life; it can be accepted by him only if by the feeling, the remembrance, the dedication within it, it is turned into a movement of the spiritual consciousness and becomes a part of its vast grasp of comprehensive illuminating knowledge. For all must be done as a sacrifice, all activities must have the One Divine for their object and the heart of their meaning. The Yogin's aim in the sciences that make for knowledge should be to discover and understand the workings of the Divine Consciousness-Puissance in man and creatures and things and forces, her creative significances, her execution of the mysteries, the symbols in which she arranges the manifestation. The Yogin's aim in the practical sciences, whether mental and physical or occult and psychic, should be to enter into the ways of the Divine and his processes, to know the materials and means for the work given to us so that we may use that knowledge for a conscious and faultless expression of the spirit's mastery, joy and self-fulfilment. The Yogin's aim in the Arts should not be a mere aesthetic, mental or vital gratification, but, seeing the Divine everywhere, worshipping it with a revelation of the meaning of its own works, to express that One Divine in ideal forms, the One Divine in principles and forces, the One Divine in gods and men and creatures and objects. The theory that sees an intimate connection between religious aspiration and the truest and greatest Art is in essence right; but we must substitute for the mixed and doubtful religious motive a spiritual aspiration, vision, interpreting experience. For the wider and more comprehensive the seeing, the more it contains in itself the sense of the hidden Divine in humanity and in all things and rises beyond a superficial religiosity into the spiritual life, the more luminous, flexible, deep and powerful will the Art be that springs from that high motive. The Yogin's distinction from other men is this that he lives in a higher and vaster spiritual consciousness; all his work of knowledge or creation must then spring from there: it must not be made in the mind, - for it is a greater truth and vision than mental man's that he has to express or rather that presses to express itself through him and mould his works, not for his personal satisfaction, but for a divine purpose. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga The Ascent of the Sacrifice - 1,

446:A God's LabourI have gathered my dreams in a silver air Between the gold and the blueAnd wrapped them softly and left them there, My jewelled dreams of you.I had hoped to build a rainbow bridge Marrying the soil to the skyAnd sow in this dancing planet midge The moods of infinity.But too bright were our heavens, too far away, Too frail their ethereal stuff;Too splendid and sudden our light could not stay; The roots were not deep enough.He who would bring the heavens here Must descend himself into clayAnd the burden of earthly nature bear And tread the dolorous way.Coercing my godhead I have come down Here on the sordid earth,Ignorant, labouring, human grown Twixt the gates of death and birth.I have been digging deep and long Mid a horror of filth and mireA bed for the golden river's song, A home for the deathless fire.I have laboured and suffered in Matter's night To bring the fire to man;But the hate of hell and human spite Are my meed since the world began.For man's mind is the dupe of his animal self; Hoping its lusts to win,He harbours within him a grisly Elf Enamoured of sorrow and sin.The grey Elf shudders from heaven's flame And from all things glad and pure;Only by pleasure and passion and pain His drama can endure.All around is darkness and strife; For the lamps that men call sunsAre but halfway gleams on this stumbling life Cast by the Undying Ones.Man lights his little torches of hope That lead to a failing edge;A fragment of Truth is his widest scope, An inn his pilgrimage.The Truth of truths men fear and deny, The Light of lights they refuse;To ignorant gods they lift their cry Or a demon altar choose.All that was found must again be sought, Each enemy slain revives,Each battle for ever is fought and refought Through vistas of fruitless lives.My gaping wounds are a thousand and one And the Titan kings assail,But I dare not rest till my task is done And wrought the eternal will.How they mock and sneer, both devils and men! "Thy hope is Chimera's headPainting the sky with its fiery stain; Thou shalt fall and thy work lie dead."Who art thou that babblest of heavenly ease And joy and golden roomTo us who are waifs on inconscient seas And bound to life's iron doom?"This earth is ours, a field of Night For our petty flickering fires.How shall it brook the sacred Light Or suffer a god's desires?"Come, let us slay him and end his course! Then shall our hearts have releaseFrom the burden and call of his glory and force And the curb of his wide white peace."But the god is there in my mortal breast Who wrestles with error and fateAnd tramples a road through mire and waste For the nameless Immaculate.A voice cried, "Go where none have gone! Dig deeper, deeper yetTill thou reach the grim foundation stone And knock at the keyless gate."I saw that a falsehood was planted deep At the very root of thingsWhere the grey Sphinx guards God's riddle sleep On the Dragon's outspread wings.I left the surface gauds of mind And life's unsatisfied seasAnd plunged through the body's alleys blind To the nether mysteries.I have delved through the dumb Earth's dreadful heart And heard her black mass' bell.I have seen the source whence her agonies part And the inner reason of hell.Above me the dragon murmurs moan And the goblin voices flit;I have pierced the Void where Thought was born, I have walked in the bottomless pit.On a desperate stair my feet have trod Armoured with boundless peace,Bringing the fires of the splendour of God Into the human abyss.He who I am was with me still; All veils are breaking now.I have heard His voice and borne His will On my vast untroubled brow.The gulf twixt the depths and the heights is bridged And the golden waters pourDown the sapphire mountain rainbow-ridged And glimmer from shore to shore.Heaven's fire is lit in the breast of the earth And the undying suns here burn;Through a wonder cleft in the bounds of birth The incarnate spirits yearnLike flames to the kingdoms of Truth and Bliss: Down a gold-red stairway wendThe radiant children of Paradise Clarioning darkness' end.A little more and the new life's doors Shall be carved in silver lightWith its aureate roof and mosaic floors In a great world bare and bright.I shall leave my dreams in their argent air, For in a raiment of gold and blueThere shall move on the earth embodied and fair The living truth of you. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems A God's Labour,

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1:(A poem can lie.) ~ Tracy K Smith,

2:poem about their ~ Colleen Hoover,

3:Every old poem is sacred. ~ Horace,

4:WINGS LOVE: POEMS ~ Danielle Steel,

5:A poem is like a painting. ~ Horace,

6:Lies belong in poems ~ Kenneth Koch,

7: Poema Negro ~ Augosto dos Anjos,

8:A poem is a naked person. ~ Bob Dylan,

9:This is what poems are: ~ Anne Sexton,

10:This sorry poem ~ John Walter Bratton,

11:What we eat is a poem. ~ Anthony Doerr,

12:A poem is a spider web ~ Charles Ghigna,

13:AMORY WRITES A POEM ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,

14:death poem of Hyakka, ~ Richard Flanagan,

15:...hatching his poems.. ~ Susanna Clarke,

16:Listen to presences inside poems. ~ Rumi,

17:My poems are like a dagger ~ Jose Marti,

18:My poems please the brave: ~ Jose Marti,

19:101 Greatest Romantic Poems ~ Bill Farrel,

20:A poem is not a pop-tart. ~ Mart n Espada,

21:In your beauty, how to make poems. ~ Rumi,

22:Listen to presences inside poems, ~ Rumi,

23:A picture is a poem without words ~ Horace,

24:A poem is no place for an idea. ~ E W Howe,

25:I’ll rise up as a poem… ~ Marina Tsvetaeva,

26:I n v i t a t I o n - Poem ~ Sri Aurobindo,

27:Let your poem be kept nine years. ~ Horace,

28: O Poema Do Frade ~ Álvares de Azevedo,

29:A picture is a poem without words. ~ Horace,

30:a poem is a city burning ~ Charles Bukowski,

31:A song is a poem set to music. ~ Tom T Hall,

32: Poemas Malditos I ~ Álvares de Azevedo,

33: Poemas Malditos V ~ Álvares de Azevedo,

34:That's what poems are for, ~ Tess Gallagher,

35:A picture is poem without words. ~ Confucius,

36:Many of my poems are not sexual. ~ Thom Gunn,

37: Poemas Malditos Ii ~ Álvares de Azevedo,

38: Poemas Malditos Iv ~ Álvares de Azevedo,

39: Poemas Malditos Vi ~ Álvares de Azevedo,

40:We are all writing God's poem. ~ Anne Sexton,

41:Every single soul is a poem. ~ Michael Franti,

42:Fourier is a mathematical poem. ~ Lord Kelvin,

43:If you like my poems let them ~ e e cummings,

44:I wanted to be a Poet and a Poem. ~ A S Byatt,

45: O Poema De Um Louco ~ Álvares de Azevedo,

46: Poemas Malditos Iii ~ Álvares de Azevedo,

47:Writing a poem is discovering. ~ Robert Frost,

48:Am văzut universul! E compus din poeme! ~ Sj n,

49:I write poems to figure things out ~ Sarah Kay,

50:A poem is a record of a discovery. ~ Ted Kooser,

51:I do not know how to make poems ~ Henri Michaux,

52:It's funny I want to write a poem. ~ Paul Beatty,

53:Poems are made by fools like me, ~ Joyce Kilmer,

54:Will slams poems; I slam doors. ~ Colleen Hoover,

55:Every word was once a poem. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,

56:I want to make a poem of my life. ~ Yukio Mishima,

57:Leaving Verses Poems Quotes ~ John Walter Bratton,

58:Poetry is the enemy of the poem. ~ Stanley Kunitz,

59:Each man has his own batch of poems. ~ Saul Bellow,

60:Poems aren't postcards to send home. ~ Anne Sexton,

61:She was not a poet. She was a poem. ~ Deborah Levy,

62:The fatal problem with poetry: poems. ~ Ben Lerner,

63:Will slam poems and I slam doors. ~ Colleen Hoover,

64:Write the poem only you can write. ~ Billy Collins,

65:A poem should not mean but be. ~ Archibald MacLeish,

66:Birds are poems I haven't caught yet ~ Jim Harrison,

67:perhaps the greatest poem ever written ~ Rod Dreher,

68:They compose poems to their knives. ~ Frank Herbert,

69:Title deeds generally outlast poems. ~ Mason Cooley,

70:A poem is the realization of love. . . . ~ Rene Char,

71:Have you sipped your poems today? ~ Helvy Tiana Rosa,

72:I am a poem. There is no way out. ~ Charles Bukowski,

73:My poems are naughty, but my life is pure. ~ Martial,

74:Poems are difficult to silence. ~ Stephen Greenblatt,

75:The poem no longer transcended reality. ~ Jean Am ry,

76:Truly great poems never do, somehow. ~ Kurt Vonnegut,

77:Any time is the time to make a poem. ~ Gertrude Stein,

78:Create yourself. Be yourself your poem. ~ Oscar Wilde,

79:i am a woman and a poem. – visceral ~ Nayyirah Waheed,

80:I have seen the universe! It is made of poems! ~ Sj n,

81:I like Beethoven, especially the poems. ~ Ringo Starr,

82:Poems are the 'daredevil' of writing ~ Ralph Fletcher,

83:Poems come from incomplete knowledge. ~ Diane Wakoski,

84:there are times when silence is a poem. ~ John Fowles,

85:A poem begins with a lump in the throat ~ Robert Frost,

86:It takes a spasm of love to write a poem. ~ Erica Jong,

87:I will fill the poems with great pain ~ Dorothea Lasky,

88:Poems are invisible flowers on my skin. ~ Sanober Khan,

89:Poems are rough notations for the music we are. ~ Rumi,

90:The moment of change is the only poem. ~ Adrienne Rich,

91:The poem of the understanding is philosophy. ~ Novalis,

92:A good poem about failure is a success. ~ Philip Larkin,

93:a poem is never finished, only abandoned, ~ Clive James,

94:But here I hold your dream in my poem. ~ Rae Armantrout,

95:He is exactly the poem I wanted to write. ~ Mary Oliver,

96:If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. ~ David Carradine,

97:Los verdaderos poemas son incendios. ~ Vicente Huidobro,

98:Poems are never finished - just abandoned ~ Paul Val ry,

99:That grand old poem called Winter ~ Henry David Thoreau,

100:The ear writes my poems, not the mind. ~ Stanley Kunitz,

101:The true poem is the poet's mind. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,

102:Your very flesh shall be a great poem... ~ Walt Whitman,

103:A good poem is a contribution to reality. ~ Dylan Thomas,

104:And your very flesh shall be a great poem ~ Walt Whitman,

105:A poem doesn't do everything for you. ~ Gwendolyn Brooks,

106:A poem should improve on the blank page. ~ Nicanor Parra,

107:No poem was ever written by a drinker of water. ~ Horace,

108:The poem is a confession of faith. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,

109:...there are times when silence is a poem. ~ John Fowles,

110:And your very flesh shall be a great poem. ~ Walt Whitman,

111:A poem is a construction of inner space. ~ Sven Birkerts,

112:Could you defeat a cloud, a dream, a poem? ~ Peter Straub,

113:If I knew how to write a poem, I wouldn't. ~ James Galvin,

114:There are no honest poems about dead women. ~ Audre Lorde,

115:A poem is good until one knows by whom it is. ~ Karl Kraus,

116:A poem is like a score for the human voice. ~ Li Young Lee,

117:Leave New York or the poem will kill you. ~ Joshua Beckman,

118:No, I don't know any Emily Dickinson poems! ~ Andy Richter,

119:Poets don't finish poems, they abandon them. ~ Patti Smith,

120:The poet thinks with his poem... ~ William Carlos Williams,

121:All good poems are victories over something. ~ Stephen Dunn,

122:A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. ~ Robert Frost,

123:a poem can eat a person whole. for years. ~ Nayyirah Waheed,

124:El amor es un poema enteramente personal. ~ Honor de Balzac,

125:If a body is abandoned, does it become a poem? ~ Jon Pineda,

126:I have never injured anybody with a mordant poem; my ~ Ovid,

127:I like poems that are daggers that sing. ~ Frederick Seidel,

128:I write poems to find out why I write them ~ Stephen Dobyns,

129:poems are small moments of enlightenment ~ Natalie Goldberg,

130:Some poems are art because of their passion. ~ Gerald Stern,

131:There are either poems about sex/love or God. ~ Robert Hass,

132:A dark poem is meant to redeem the dark part. ~ C K Williams,

133:A poem isn't selfish. It speaks to people. ~ Wallace Stegner,

134:A poet is somebody who has written a poem. ~ Wallace Stegner,

135:I know wherever you are, there are poems. ~ Marina Tsvetaeva,

136:It is better to be a sad poem than a blank page. ~ Matt Haig,

137:It is difficult to get the news from poems ~ Alain de Botton,

138:Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem. ~ Mary Oliver,

139:Poets don't finish poems, they abandon them. ~ Gregory Corso,

140:so the poem hurt you. it was supposed to. ~ Trista Mateer,

141:The real meaning of a poem is to stop time. ~ Ralph Fletcher,

142:You cannot hear a poem without it changing you ~ Neil Gaiman,

143:If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring. ~ Rumi,

144:Une danse est un poe' me. A dance is a poem. ~ Denis Diderot,

145:While he sweated out a story she bled put a poem. ~ S J Rozan,

146:you and the poems have a lot to talk about. ~ Nayyirah Waheed,

147:All the poems of our lives are not yet made. ~ Muriel Rukeyser,

148:A poem on the page speaks to the listening mind. ~ Mary Oliver,

149:For you i have saved poems under my skin. ~ Sanober Khan,

150:No poem ever bought a hamburger, or not too many. ~ Thomas Lux,

151:She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx. ~ Laini Taylor,

152:Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem. ~ Anne Sexton,

153:The poem is a plank laid over the lion's den. ~ James K Baxter,

154:Auden poem, “Let your last thinks all be thanks, ~ Oliver Sacks,

155:Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance. ~ Mahmoud Darwish,

156:I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face! ~ George Eliot,

157:Poems come out of wonder, not out of knowing. ~ Lucille Clifton,

158:An excess of childhood is the germ of a poem. ~ Gaston Bachelard,

159:El arte sucede cada vez que leemos un poema. ~ Jorge Luis Borges,

160:Even the most political poem is an act of faith. ~ Martin Espada,

161:Even the most political poem is an act of faith. ~ Mart n Espada,

162:In a sense, every story or poem is a vacation. ~ Thomas C Foster,

163:More words DO NOT make a poem bigger! ~ Katerina Stoykova Klemer,

164:Poems reach me, and hold me, and give me pleasure. ~ Anne Sexton,

165:Poets don't finish poems, they abandon them. ~ Stephane Mallarme,

166:se misca precum un poem si zambea precum un sfinx ~ Laini Taylor,

167:The mind is the great poem of winter, the man, ~ Wallace Stevens,

168:The world is a great poem, and the world's ~ Philip James Bailey,

169:We walked through night until there was a poem. ~ Brenda Hillman,

170:A beautiful dress can be as exciting as a poem. ~ Roberto Cavalli,

171:I still read Donne, particularly his love poems ~ Carol Ann Duffy,

172:I've always wanted to write poems and nothing else. ~ Mary Oliver,

173:I wanted to be a Poet and a Poem, and now am neither, ~ A S Byatt,

174:Mark spoke like a poem and walked like a dance. ~ Cassandra Clare,

175:No book or poem is ever finished, merely abandoned. ~ Dan Simmons,

176:no book or poem is ever finished, merely abandoned. ~ Dan Simmons,

177:No indeed, poems were not made out of intentions. ~ Kingsley Amis,

178:Though rain curses the window let the poem be made. ~ Anne Sexton,

179:Uno no termina un poema, simplemente lo abandona. ~ David Markson,

180:What inspires a poem for me is usually a moment. ~ Sherman Alexie,

181:A poem is a small machine made of words. ~ William Carlos Williams,

182:Aunque la lluvia maldiga la ventana/ hágase el poema ~ Anne Sexton,

183:I am always pleased to be asked to write a poem. ~ Carol Ann Duffy,

184:If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem. ~ William Carlos Williams,

185:I write poems like some people sing in the bathroom. ~ Amit Bhatia,

186:My life has been the poem I would have writ, ~ Henry David Thoreau,

187:No, I don't think poems will save us. And yet, and yet ~ Sarah Kay,

188:Sometimes the best revision of a poem is a new poem. ~ Marvin Bell,

189:A dog, I have always said, is prose; a cat is a poem. ~ Jean Burden,

190:A poem has secrets that the poet knows nothing of. ~ Stanley Kunitz,

191:A poem is a verbal artifact which must be as skillfully ~ W H Auden,

192:He does not write at all whose poems no man reads ~ Marcus Aurelius,

193:I am welcome in the world of words, stories, poems. ~ Hannah Howard,

194:I believe everyone has this fuckin' poem in his heart. ~ Bill Hicks,

195:"Poems are rough notations for the music we are." ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,

196:the poem ‘Unwelcome’ by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge. ~ Terry Pratchett,

197:Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. ~ Khalil Gibran,

198:Writing a poem is making music with words and space. ~ Arnold Adoff,

199:And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking. ~ Virginia Woolf,

200:Every poem breaks a silence that had to be overcome. ~ Adrienne Rich,

201:Half-closes her eyes — eyelids heavy with poems. ~ Anna Akhmatova,

202:in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems ~ E E Cummings,

203:in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems ~ e e cummings,

204:Lineation can make your break your poems. ~ Katerina Stoykova Klemer,

205:Neither our vices nor our virtues further the poem. ~ William Dunbar,

206:Sometimes a word or an argument will trigger a poem. ~ Ama Ata Aidoo,

207:The poem finds the word that finds the feeling. ~ Jeanette Winterson,

208:though wish and world go down,one poem yet shall swim ~ E E Cummings,

209:Vincent Benét’s poem The Ballad of William Sycamore. ~ Louis L Amour,

210:14kt. woman you are a poem written in ink derived from gold ~ R H Sin,

211:Anything is a poem if you say it often enough. ~ Catherynne M Valente,

212:A picture is a voiceless poem, a poem is a vocal picture. ~ Anonymous,

213:Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem. ~ Edgar Allan Poe,

214:Craft is a trick you make up to let you write the poem. ~ Anne Sexton,

215:I don't go get a poem. It calls me and I accept it. ~ Lucille Clifton,

216:I found the poems in the fields And only wrote them down ~ John Clare,

217:I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love. ~ Walt Whitman,

218:The one great poem of New England is her Sunday. ~ Henry Ward Beecher,

219:You don't make a poem with ideas, but with words. ~ Stephane Mallarme,

220:And if I die, then who Will write my poems to you? ~ Anna Akhmatova,

221:A poem can't do its work if you only read snippets of it. ~ John Green,

222:A poem is a ‘line’ between any two points in creation. ~ Charles Olson,

223:A poem is a small machine made out of words. ~ William Carlos Williams,

224:A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. ~ Archibald MacLeish,

225:Early poems are a thing it takes years to live down. ~ Angela Thirkell,

226:If a muscleman like Hukum can write a poem, anyone can. ~ Pawan Mishra,

227:I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. ~ Joyce Kilmer,

228:Poems were never meant to be forced into commands. ~ Rachel Held Evans,

229:The language of the poem is the language of particulars. ~ Mary Oliver,

230:A poem is a flexible thing, and a poem is a poem. ~ Juan Felipe Herrera,

231:For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly. ~ Langston Hughes,

232:I myself always want to talk about "poetry," not "the poem." ~ Paul Fry,

233:I read a poem every night, as others read a prayer. ~ Tahar Ben Jelloun,

234:My ideal reader is somebody who reads my poems out loud. ~ James Arthur,

235:My picture-poems are linguistic margins on visual atolls. ~ Gunter Brus,

236:Outrage and possibility are in all the poems we know. ~ Muriel Rukeyser,

237:The mere ambition to write a poem is enough to kill it. ~ Henri Michaux,

238:And she is Lust… Mine also, little painted poem of God. ~ Annabel Joseph,

239:For me, the measure of a poem is the word, not the line. ~ John Kinsella,

240:I think of a poem as being deeper than headline news. ~ Naomi Shihab Nye,

241:My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy. ~ Frank O Hara,

242:When the poems don’t come, don’t open the vodka. ~ Clementine von Radics,

243:A poem is a naked person... Some people say that I am a poet. ~ Bob Dylan,

244:A poem is a naked person....Some people say that I am a poet. ~ Bob Dylan,

245:a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read. ~ Sanober Khan,

246:Every woman is a living poem... Most men are limericks! ~ Jos N Harris,

247:I only submit the poems I think are the strongest. ~ Shirley Geok lin Lim,

248:I think it's better if you write poems that look like you. ~ Richard Hugo,

249:It is never what a poem says that matters, but what it is. ~ I A Richards,

250:It was like trying to solve a math equation with a poem. ~ Mara Purnhagen,

251:I wax poetic On the beauty of sewers Real short poem. Done ~ Rick Riordan,

252:There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists. ~ Roberto Bolano,

253:There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists. ~ Roberto Bola o,

254:The secret title of every good poem might be 'Tenderness ~ Galway Kinnell,

255:A Poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit. ~ Archibald MacLeish,

256:But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good. ~ Sylvia Plath,

257:I found the poems in the fields, And only wrote them down. ~ John Clare,

258:It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. ~ Patti Smith,

259:It's good to have poems that begin with tea and end with God. ~ Robert Bly,

260:I've always wanted editors that actually edited my poems. ~ Victoria Chang,

261:Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,

262:We write poems / as leaves give oxygen - / so we can breathe. ~ Erica Jong,

263:When I see great boxers, it's like reading a wonderful poem. ~ Liam Neeson,

264:all my life i have looked for poems to elope with. ~ Sanober Khan,

265:A poem is a hand, a hook, a prayer. It is a soul in action. ~ Edward Hirsch,

266:He kisses like a poet. Like he's writing poems on my lips. ~ Veronica Rossi,

267:I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, ~ Anonymous,

268:I write one poem a year, usually in January or February. ~ Emily Susan Rapp,

269:Novels are about other people and poems are about yourself. ~ Philip Larkin,

270:The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be. ~ John Ashbery,

271:Try to write poems at least one person in the room will hate. ~ Marvin Bell,

272:A statute is written to entrap meaning, a poem to escape it. ~ Hilary Mantel,

273:Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem. ~ Matsuo Basho,

274:Girls like poems better than dead dragons and magic swords, ~ Peter S Beagle,

275:Having examined three thousand haiku poems - two persimmons. ~ Masaoka Shiki,

276:I thought poems were songs for people with bad voices. ~ Lorna Dee Cervantes,

277:No poems can please long or live that are written by water drinkers ~ Horace,

278:Often it is a moment rather than an event that makes a poem. ~ Tracy K Smith,

279:The poem I want to write is impossible. A stone that floats. ~ Charles Simic,

280:The poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully. ~ Wallace Stevens,

281:Women are not supposed to have uteruses, especially in poems. ~ Maxine Kumin,

282:I'll die propped up in bed trying to do a poem about America. ~ Carl Sandburg,

283:No poems can please long or live that are written by water drinkers. ~ Horace,

284:There is something about a bureaucrat that does not like a poem. ~ Gore Vidal,

285:To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night. ~ Grace Paley,

286:Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket ~ Charles Simic,

287:We tend to put poems into factions. And it restricts our reading. ~ Thom Gunn,

288:Am I going to die and all I will have are these fucking poems ~ Dorothea Lasky,

289:A poem is a serious joke, a truth that has learned jujitsu. ~ William Stafford,

290:Bill Knott's poems are . . . rhetorical fluff . . . and fake. ~ Ron Loewinsohn,

291:By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems. ~ W H Auden,

292:Each poem leads you to the questions it makes sense to ask it. ~ Helen Vendler,

293:Goethe's poems are like tiny paintings in beautiful frames. ~ Bernhard Schlink,

294:I don't write poems and put them to music. Just let things flow. ~ Martin Gore,

295:I think he's wonderful and strange and kind of like a poem. ~ Whitley Strieber,

296:That's what poems are for, so you don't understand a thing. ~ Tatyana Tolstaya,

297:The poem is neither here nor there, and with a girl's breast ~ Mahmoud Darwish,

298:The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem. ~ Walt Whitman,

299:A book or poem which has no pity in it had better not be written. ~ Oscar Wilde,

300:all the words all the poems know my warm, soft spots. ~ Sanober Khan,

301:A poem is a form of refrigeration that stops language going bad. ~ Peter Porter,

302:Every single soul is a poem, written on the back of God's hand ~ Michael Franti,

303:I have never felt a placard and a poem are in any way similar. ~ Kristin Hunter,

304:in you are poems that aren't meant to be read by everyone ~ R H Sin,

305:listen to my poems but do not look for me look for you. ~ Nayyirah Waheed,

306:the only truth is face to face, the poem whose words become your ~ Frank O Hara,

307:The poem must resist the intelligence Almost successfully. ~ Wallace Stevens,

308:We know the particular poem, not what it says that we can restate. ~ Allen Tate,

309:What a mistake it was to distill the poem into something worthless ~ John Green,

310:He wanted to tell the baby that Paris was like a poem in stone. ~ Simon Van Booy,

311:If I wasn't writing poems I'd be washing my hands all the time. ~ Sherman Alexie,

312:I hope to leave behind a few poems it will be hard to get rid of. ~ Robert Frost,

313:I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem. ~ Karen Joy Fowler,

314:I think my poems are slightly underrated by the word accessible. ~ Billy Collins,

315:It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem. ~ Wallace Stevens,

316:Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing. ~ Lucy Maud Montgomery,

317:Manipulating shadows and tonality is like writing music or a poem. ~ Conrad Hall,

318:Poems arrive ready to begin. Poets are only the transportation. ~ Mary Oliver,

319:The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. ~ Robert Frost,

320:whether they write poems or don't write poems, poets are best. ~ Randall Jarrell,

321:You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin. ~ Stanley Kunitz,

322:And isn't that what a poem is? A lantern glowing in the dark. ~ Elizabeth Acevedo,

323:Are not our noblest feelings as it were the poems of our will. ~ Honore de Balzac,

324:Every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world. ~ Robert Frost,

325:Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die. ~ Edgar Allan Poe,

326:I'd like to think...that people in pubs would talk about my poems ~ Philip Larkin,

327:Just write a poem as if you're writing a note to one other person. ~ Jim Jarmusch,

328:The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands. ~ Mahmoud Darwish,

329:Who would have known that writing a poem would be so much work? ~ Isabel Quintero,

330:You must believe a poem is a holy thing, a good poem, that is. ~ Theodore Roethke,

331:A great poem is no finish to a man or woman but rather a beginning. ~ Walt Whitman,

332:Back then, I couldn't have left a poem a year and gone back to it. ~ Philip Levine,

333:Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us we find poems. ~ Naomi Shihab Nye,

334: Poem At your light side trees shy A kneeling enters them ~ Bill Knott,

335:Poems are my link with the times, with the new life of my people. ~ Anna Akhmatova,

336:The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – ~ Robert Frost,

337:The Gita is not an aphoristic work, it is a great religious poem. ~ Mahatma Gandhi,

338:The words of true poems are the tuft and final applause of science. ~ Walt Whitman,

339:When fiction writers like my poems I feel like I've hit the jackpot. ~ Cate Marvin,

340:Every word was once a poem. Every new relation is a new word. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,

341:I am not a nature poet. There is almost always a person in my poems. ~ Robert Frost,

342:I don’t know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us. ~ Linh Dinh,

343:if Saint Bruce doesn't like your poem, he chops your head off. ~ Vivian Vande Velde,

344:I let my narrative embroidering impulses take over in prose poems. ~ Matthea Harvey,

345:I’ve been bathing in the poem of the star-steeped milky flowing sea, ~ Ted Berrigan,

346:...some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns... ~ John Geddes,

347:Those of us who make up poems have agreed not to say what the pain is. ~ Robert Bly,

348:I'm sorry for the poems. All the shouting I did about your mouth. ~ Trista Mateer,

349:I'm uncomfortable with the focus on the poet and not on the poem. ~ Yusef Komunyakaa,

350:I wish I could write lyrical poems, but I just write the way they come. ~ Tom Paulin,

351:or that writing a poem you can read to no one is like dancing in the dark. ~ Ovid,

352:Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know. ~ Adrienne Rich,

353:Read a nice poem or watch the sunrise, both are the same thing! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,

354:The tickling of the sounds of the hearts is more poetic than any poem. ~ Shikha Kaul,

355:Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one. ~ Alice Notley,

356:and everyone wants to read the poem we’re afraid to write. ~ Kelli Russell Agodon,

357:Anything I can sing, I call a song. Anything I can't sing, I call a poem. ~ Bob Dylan,

358:A poem is a box, a thing, to put other things in. For safe keeping. ~ Marianne Boruch,

359:I have read the Aeneid through more often than I have read any long poem. ~ C S Lewis,

360:I've burnt all the holy pages I used to carry but poems flare in my heart ~ Ikkyu,

361:I would fave preferred the happy man to the unhappy poems he's left us ~ Jack Kerouac,

362:I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak. ~ Andrea Gibson,

363:my poems are only bits of scratching on the floor of a cage. ~ Charles Bukowski,

364:Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world. ~ Sanober Khan,

365:Reading a poem in translation is like kissing a woman through a veil. ~ Anne Michaels,

366:Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke,

367:The poet marries the language, and out of this marriage the poem is born. ~ W H Auden,

368:There was no text. “Real” poems do not “really” require words. I ~ Layli Long Soldier,

369:The statement I do not hate you is a poem of passionate love. ~ Gregory David Roberts,

370:This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity ~ Voltaire,

371:To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June ~ Jean Paul Sartre,

372:A poem is an empty house. [Stranger, you must enter, then knock.] ~ Robert Kroetsch,

373:A poem is, so to speak, a way of making you forget how you wrote it. ~ Randall Jarrell,

374:Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood. ~ Sonia Sanchez,

375:I wax poetic On the beauty of sewers Real short poem. Done ~ Rick Riordan,

376:I was reading the dictionary, I thought it was a poem about everything ~ Steven Wright,

377:Mi corazón está brotando flores en mitad de la noche Poema Azteca ~ Octavio Paz,

378:One cannot write poems about trees when the forest is full of police. ~ Bertolt Brecht,

379:The finest poems of the world have been expedients to get bread. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,

380:The pleasure we feel, reading a poem, is our assurance of its integrity. ~ Donald Hall,

381:To dissect a poem as if it were a system is a crime, even a sacrilege. ~ Emil M Cioran,

382:Warriors are poets and poems and all the loveliness here in the worlds. ~ Amiri Baraka,

383:When you read and understand a poem, then you master chaos a little. ~ Stephen Spender,

384:Yo creía que quería ser poeta, pero en el fondo quería ser poema ~ Jaime Gil de Biedma,

385:Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman. ~ Virginia Woolf,

386:A poem is something sacred. Let no one Take it for anything except itself. ~ Jose Marti,

387:Each word bears its weight, so you have to read my poems quite slowly. ~ Anne Stevenson,

388:Everyone thinks they're going to write one book of poems or one novel. ~ Marilyn Hacker,

389:I believe that poems die the moment they are outwardly expressed. ~ Maurice Maeterlinck,

390:I don't like poems that invent memories, I have enough of my own. ~ Andre Naffis Sahely,

391:I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~ Steven Wright,

392:no poet can know what his poem is going to be like until he has written it. ~ W H Auden,

393:Poetry can only be made out of other poems; novels out of other novels. ~ Northrop Frye,

394:some bodies can't be touched/some poems cannot be written/just felt ~ Kai Cheng Thom,

395:Umberto Eco has called his poem ‘the apotheosis of the virtual world’. ~ Jonathan Black,

396:An unromantic poem I mean to make, of one who only lives for duty's sake. ~ Henrik Ibsen,

397:But most commonly, it's one poem that I work on with a lot of intensity. ~ Philip Levine,

398:For many years, I thought a poem was a whisper overheard, not an aria heard. ~ Rita Dove,

399:For me poems are acts re-done, and that can vibrate well into the future. ~ Anne Waldman,

400:I am looking for a poem that says Everything so I don't have to write anymore. ~ Tukaram,

401:Iconicity provides an extra layer of metaphorical structure to the poem. ~ George Lakoff,

402:Light is more important than the lantern, The poem more important than the notebook ~,

403:Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. ~ Robert Frost,

404:Poems are like people' I said 'There are not many authentic ones around. ~ Robert Graves,

405:The poem is a capsule where we wrap up our punishable secrets. ~ William Carlos Williams,

406:There's a reason they didn't keep this poem. This poem tells you to fight. ~ Ally Condie,

407:There’s a reason they didn’t keep this poem. This poem tells you to fight. ~ Ally Condie,

408:vive conmigo un día y una noche y te mostraré el origen de todos los poemas. ~ Anonymous,

409:You can't write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen. ~ Bertolt Brecht,

410:Death you are a poem And I've been promised by a poem, that it shall meet me ~ Gulzar,

411:Does the poem reside in experience or in self-consciousness about experience? ~ Mark Doty,

412:Every good poem asks a question, and every good poet asks every question. ~ Dorianne Laux,

413:History is a cyclic poem written by Time upon the memories of Man! ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,

414:History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,

415:My earliest poems were a way of talking to somebody. I suppose to myself. ~ Philip Levine,

416:One of the ex-sucias publishes a poem about you online. It's called "El Puto ~ Junot D az,

417:The grand style is available now only in old poems, museums, and parodies. ~ Mason Cooley,

418:Yo creía que quería ser poeta, pero en el fondo quería ser poema... ~ Jaime Gil de Biedma,

419:Be silent now. Say fewer and fewer praise poems. Let yourself become living poetry. ~ Rumi,

420:For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,

421:He who would write heroic poems should make his whole life a heroic poem. ~ Thomas Carlyle,

422:If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry. ~ Edgar Allan Poe,

423:if I had one ambition it was to make my life itself into a poem. ~ Natalie Clifford Barney,

424:I have also written some poems which have not been collected in a volume. ~ Grazia Deledda,

425:It’s a good poem if I’m a different person when I’m finished reading it. ~ Brandon Stanton,

426:Never get so attached to a poem that you forget truth that lacks lyricism. ~ Joanna Newsom,

427:Nowhere in Chaucer do we find what can be called a radically allegorical poem. ~ C S Lewis,

428:They’re called poems but in reality they’re lines given to me to hang on to ~ John Trudell,

429:We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words. ~ John Fowles,

430:We turned an anthem into an assignment, a poem into a job description. ~ Rachel Held Evans,

431:You sweet delusions of my mind (From the poem 'From Love to Friendship') ~ Voltaire,

432:If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility. ~ William Butler Yeats,

433:If you can explain a poem, it is not a poem. Poetry has to be inexplicable. ~ Luis Gonzalez,

434:I like short poems with weird rhyme schemes, because that's what life is like. ~ John Green,

435:I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music. ~ Joan Miro,

436:Novels seem to me to be richer, broader, deeper, more enjoyable than poems. ~ Philip Larkin,

437:Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread. ~ Pablo Neruda,

438:Poems seem to have a life of their own. They tell you when enough is enough. ~ Thomas Lynch,

439:Poetry seldom occurs in poems. Poetry only occurs when words cause action. ~ Raoul Vaneigem,

440:There are those fortunate hours when the world consents to be made into a poem. ~ Mark Doty,

441:You’re speaking volumes, my friend, and tonight we’re doing short poems only. ~ Andr Aciman,

442:A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end. ~ Robert Graves,

443:For me, a poem is an opportunity to kind of interrogate myself a little bit. ~ Tracy K Smith,

444:How to Write a Poem Catch the air around the butterfly. ~ Katerina Stoykova Klemer,

445:I really just love reading. It's my favorite thing, performing my poems live. ~ Eileen Myles,

446:Never write a poem about anything that ought to have a poem written about it. ~ Richard Hugo,

447:Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems ~ Walt Whitman,

448:Take a step, breathe in the world, give it out again in story, poem, song, art. ~ Jane Yolen,

449:The poem has some value, believe me. It keeps you from going totally mad. ~ Charles Bukowski,

450:When one is highly alert to language, then nearly everything begs to be a poem. ~ James Tate,

451:A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth. There ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,

452:Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph. ~ T S Eliot,

453:Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem. ~ Janet Fitch,

454:for which he had to pay “1 panegyrick poem every year.” That is Homeric rent. ~ Adam Nicolson,

455:has gastado los años y te han gastado, y todavía no has escrito el poema. ~ Jorge Luis Borges,

456:...have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ... ~ John Geddes,

457:I always did poetry, and [rap music is] pretty much hip-hop melody with poems. ~ Tiffany Foxx,

458:if you memorize three hundred Tang poems, you might be able to write a little. ~ Qiu Xiaolong,

459:I got $30 from Nation magazine for a poem and $500 for my first book of poems. ~ Jim Harrison,

460:In the manner of one recognizing a line from a familiar poem in a strange book. ~ Neil Gaiman,

461:It is not what a poem says with its mouth, it’s what a poem does with its eyes. ~ Mary Ruefle,

462:It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke,

463:Leo Connellan has retained his soul and voice in Provincetown and Other Poems. ~ Karl Shapiro,

464:People are born with the knack to write poems and songs. I'm not a poet at all. ~ Petra Haden,

465:Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem. ~ John Dryden,

466:Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke #poetry,

467:The first task of the poet is to create the person who will write the poems. ~ Stanley Kunitz,

468:The great philosophers are poets who believe in the reality of their poems. ~ Antonio Machado,

469:The great poem must have the stamp of greatness as well as its essence. ~ Henry David Thoreau,

470:The poem comes in the form of a blessing, like rapture breaking on the mind. ~ Stanley Kunitz,

471:The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves. ~ Wendell Berry,

472:When I cannot write a poem, I bake biscuits and feel just as pleased. ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh,

473:Don't write love poems when you're in love. Write them when you're not in love. ~ Richard Hugo,

474:Having my poems set to music by Eric Moe has completely knocked my socks off. ~ Matthea Harvey,

475:I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems. ~ David Almond,

476:I still write poems for you the same way other people bring flowers to graves. ~ Trista Mateer,

477:It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once a poem. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,

478:It is easier to write an indifferent poem than to understand a good one. ~ Michel de Montaigne,

479:It is what man does not know of God Composes the visible poem of the world. ~ Richard Eberhart,

480:It was just a poem, Xiomara, I think. But it felt more like a gift. ~ Elizabeth Acevedo,

481:„Ochii ei erau cu adevărat poem iar privirile alcătuiau fiecare un cântec. ~ Th ophile Gautier,

482:Poems give you the lives of others and then circle in on your own inner world. ~ Frances Mayes,

483:The box was a universe, a poem, frozen on the boundaries of human experience. ~ William Gibson,

484:The machines are too dull when we are lion-poems that move & breathe. ~ Michael McClure,

485:The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being. ~ Charles Olson,

486:There isn't enough paper in the world to write all the poems you inspire in me. ~ Rae D Magdon,

487:When people praise a poem that I can't understand I always think they're lying. ~ Stephen Dunn,

488:You write poems because you need a place where what isn’t may be ~ Alejandra Pizarnik,

489:All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them. ~ John Fowles,

490:A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. ~ Edgar Allan Poe,

491:A poem is an invitation to a voyage. As in life, we travel to see fresh sights. ~ Charles Simic,

492:A poem is like a radio that can broadcast continuously for thousands of years. ~ Allen Ginsberg,

493:...a poem is only finished when the last reader has read it or listened to it. ~ Cees Nooteboom,

494:i am simply the poet. the poem is the one that can change your life. – medium ~ Nayyirah Waheed,

495:I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering. ~ Robert Frost,

496:I like poems you can tack all over with a hammer and there are no hollow places. ~ John Ashbery,

497:Louise Glück’s Ararat dissects family relationships in starkly beautiful poems. ~ Kim Addonizio,

498:Poetry is a useful place for lamentation...poems are a place where we can cry out. ~ bell hooks,

499:The dark night was the first book of poetry and the constellations were the poems. ~ Chet Raymo,

500:There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't. ~ Jeffrey McDaniel,