Golden Gleanings

'Euphrosyne' - Sonnet - Poem by Sri Aurobindo Child of the infant years, Euphrosyne, Bird of my boyhood, youth’s blithe deity! If I have hymned thee not with lyric phrase, Preferring Eros or Aglaia’s praise, Frown not, thou lovely spirit, leave me not. Man worships the ungrasped. His vagrant thought Still busy with the illimitable void Lives all the time by little things upbuoyed Which he...

'The Three Cries of Deiphobus' - Sonnet - Poem by Sri Aurobindo Awake, awake, O sleeping men of Troy, That sleep and know not in the grasp of Hell I perish in the treacherous lonely night To foes betrayed, environed and undone.     O Trojans, will ye sleep until the doom Have slipped its leash and bark upon your doors? Not long will ye, unless in Pluto’s realm, Have slumber, since forsaken...

'I Cannot Equal' - Sonnet - Poem by Sri Aurobindo I cannot equal those most absolute eyes, Although they rule my being, with the stars, Nor floral rich comparisons devise To detail sweetness that your body wears. Nor in the heavens hints of you I find, Nor dim suggestions in this thoughtful eve; The moonlight of your darker grace is blind. Who can with such pale delicacies deceive A naked...

'I have a Hundred Lives' - Sonnet - Poem by Sri Aurobindo I have a hundred lives before me yet To grasp thee in, O spirit ethereal, Be sure I will with heart insatiate Pursue thee like a hunter through them all. Thou yet shalt turn back on the eternal way And with awakened vision watch me come Smiling a little at errors past, and lay Thy eager hand in mine, its proper home. Meanwhile made...

My Life is Wasted - Sonnet by Sri Aurobindo My life is wasted like a lamp ablaze Within a solitary house unused, My life is wasted and by Love men praise For sweet and kind. How often have I mused What lovely thing were love and much repined At my cold bosom moved not by that flame. ‘Tis kindled; lo, my dreadful being twined Round one whom to myself I dare not name. I cannot quench the fire I did...