Collected Poems

 

CONTENTS

 

Pre-content

 

Part One

 

England and Baroda 1883 ­ 1898

 

 

Poem Published in 1883

Light

 

 

Songs to Myrtilla

Songs to Myrtilla

O Coïl, Coïl

Goethe

The Lost Deliverer

Charles Stewart Parnell

Hic Jacet

Lines on Ireland

On a Satyr and Sleeping Love

A Rose of Women

Saraswati with the Lotus

Night by the Sea

The Lover's Complaint

Love in Sorrow

The Island Grave

Estelle

Radha's Complaint in Absence

Radha's Appeal

Bankim Chandra Chatterji

Madhusudan Dutt

To the Cuckoo

Envoi

 

 

Incomplete Poems from Manuscripts, c. 1891 ­ 1892

Thou bright choregus

Like a white statue

The Vigil of Thaliard

 

 

Poems from Manuscripts, c. 1891 ­ 1898

To a Hero-Worshipper

Phaethon

The Just Man

 

Part Two

Baroda, c. 1898 ­ 1902

 

 

Sonnets from Manuscripts, c. 1900 ­ 1901

O face that I have loved

I cannot equal

O letter dull and cold

My life is wasted

Because thy flame is spent

Thou didst mistake

Rose, I have loved

I have a hundred lives

Still there is something

I have a doubt

To weep because a glorious sun

What is this talk

 

 

Short Poems from Manuscripts, c. 1900 ­ 1901

The Spring Child

A Doubt

The Nightingale

Euphrosyne

A Thing Seen

Epitaph

To the Modern Priam

Song

Epigram

The Three Cries of Deiphobus

Perigone Prologuises

Since I have seen your face

So that was why

World's delight

 

Part Three

 

Baroda and Bengal, c. 1900 ­ 1909

 

Poems from Ahana and Other Poems

Invitation

Who

Miracles

Reminiscence

A Vision of Science

Immortal Love

A Tree

To the Sea

Revelation

Karma

Appeal

A Child's Imagination

The Sea at Night

The Vedantin's Prayer

Rebirth

The Triumph-Song of Trishuncou

Life and Death

Evening

Parabrahman

God

The Fear of Death

Seasons

The Rishi

In the Moonlight

 

 

 

 

Poems from Manuscripts, c. 1900 ­ 1906

To the Boers

Vision

To the Ganges

Suddenly out from the wonderful East

On the Mountains

 

Part Four

 

Calcutta and Chandernagore 1907 ­ 1910

 

Satirical Poem Published in 1907

Reflections of Srinath Paul, Rai Bahadoor, on the Present Discontents

 

 

Short Poems Published in 1909 and 1910

The Mother of Dreams

An Image

The Birth of Sin

Epiphany

To R.

Transiit, Non Periit

 

 

Poems from Manuscripts, c. 1909 ­ 1910

Perfect thy motion

A Dialogue

 

 

Narrative Poems Published in 1910

Baji Prabhou

Chitrangada

 

 

Poems Written in 1910 and Published in 1920 ­ 1921

The Rakshasas

Kama

The Mahatmas

 

Part Five

 

Pondicherry, c. 1910 ­ 1920

 

Two Poems in Quantitative Hexameters

Ilion

          Book

I

II

III

IV

V

   

VI

VII

VIII

IX

 

 

Poems from Manuscripts, c. 1912 ­ 1913

The Descent of Ahana

The Meditations of Mandavya

 

 

Incomplete Poems from Manuscripts, c. 1912 ­ 1920

Thou who controllest

Sole in the meadows of Thebes

O Will of God

The Tale of Nala [1]

The Tale of Nala [2]

 

Part Six

 

Baroda and Pondicherry, c. 1902 ­ 1936

 

Poems Past and Present

Musa Spiritus

Bride of the Fire

The Blue Bird

A God's Labour

Hell and Heaven

Kamadeva

Life

One Day

 

Part Seven

 

Pondicherry, c. 1927 ­ 1947

 

Six Poems

The Bird of Fire

Trance

Shiva

The Life Heavens

Jivanmukta

In Horis Aeternum

 

 

Poems

Transformation

Nirvana

The Other Earths

Thought the Paraclete

Moon of Two Hemispheres

Rose of God

 

 

Poems Published in On Quantitative Metre

Ocean Oneness

Trance of Waiting

Flame-Wind

The River

Journey's End

The Dream Boat

Soul in the Ignorance

The Witness and the Wheel

Descent

The Lost Boat

Renewal

Soul's Scene

Ascent

The Tiger and the Deer

 

 

Three Sonnets

Man the Enigma

The Infinitesimal Infinite

The Cosmic Dance

 

 

Sonnets from Manuscripts, c. 1934 ­ 1947

Man the Thinking Animal

Contrasts

The Silver Call

Evolution [1]

The Call of the Impossible

Evolution [2]

Man the Mediator

Discoveries of Science

All here is Spirit

The Ways of the Spirit [1]

The Ways of the Spirit [2]

Science and the Unknowable

The Yogi on the Whirlpool

The Kingdom Within

Now I have borne

Electron

The Indwelling Universal

Bliss of Identity

The Witness Spirit

The Hidden Plan

The Pilgrim of the Night

Cosmic Consciousness

Liberation [1]

The Inconscient

Life-Unity

The Golden Light

The Infinite Adventure

The Greater Plan

The Universal Incarnation

The Godhead

The Stone Goddess

Krishna

Shiva

The Word of the Silence

The Self's Infinity

The Dual Being

Lila

Surrender

The Divine Worker

The Guest

The Inner Sovereign

Creation

A Dream of Surreal Science

In the Battle

The Little Ego

The Miracle of Birth

The Bliss of Brahman

Moments

The Body

Liberation [2]

Light

The Unseen Infinite

"I"

The Cosmic Spirit

Self

Omnipresence

The Inconscient Foundation

Adwaita

The Hill-top Temple

The Divine Hearing

Because Thou art

Divine Sight

Divine Sense

The Iron Dictators

Form

Immortality

Man, the Despot of Contraries

The One Self

The Inner Fields

 

 

Lyrical Poems from Manuscripts, c. 1934 ­ 1947

Symbol Moon

The World Game

Who art thou that camest

One

In a mounting as of sea-tides

Krishna

The Cosmic Man

The Island Sun

Despair on the Staircase

The Dwarf Napoleon

The Children of Wotan

The Mother of God

The End?

Silence is all

 

 

Poems Written as Metrical Experiments

O pall of black Night

To the hill-tops of silence

Oh, but fair was her face

In the ending of time

In some faint dawn

In a flaming as of spaces

O Life, thy breath is but a cry

Vast-winged the wind ran

Winged with dangerous deity

Outspread a Wave burst

On the grey street

Cry of the ocean's surges

 

 

Nonsense and "Surrealist" Verse

A Ballad of Doom

Surrealist

Surrealist Poems

 

 

Incomplete Poems from Manuscripts, c. 1927 ­ 1947

Thou art myself

Vain, they have said

Pururavus

The Death of a God [1]

The Death of a God [2]

The Inconscient and the Traveller Fire

I walked beside the waters

A strong son of lightning

I made danger my helper

The Inconscient

In gleam Konarak

Bugles of Light

The Fire King and the Messenger

God to thy greatness

Silver foam

Torn are the walls

O ye Powers

Hail to the fallen

Seer deep-hearted

Soul, my soul [1]

Soul, my soul [2]

I am filled with the crash of war

In the silence of the midnight

Here in the green of the forest

Voice of the Summits

 

Appendix

 

Poems in Greek and in French

 

Greek Epigram

Lorsque rien n'existait

Sur les grands sommets blancs

 

Note on the Texts

 

Index of Titles

 

Index of First Lines

 

Poems

 


Transformation

 

My breath runs in a subtle rhythmic stream;

It fills my members with a might divine:

I have drunk the Infinite like a giant's wine.

Time is my drama or my pageant dream.

Now are my illumined cells joy's flaming scheme

And changed my thrilled and branching nerves to fine

Channels of rapture opal and hyaline

For the influx of the Unknown and the Supreme.

 

I am no more a vassal of the flesh,

A slave to Nature and her leaden rule;

I am caught no more in the senses' narrow mesh.

My soul unhorizoned widens to measureless sight,

My body is God's happy living tool,

My spirit a vast sun of deathless light.

 

 

Nirvana

 

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.

The city, a shadow picture without tone,

Floats, quivers unreal; forms without relief

Flow, a cinema's vacant shapes; like a reef

Foundering in shoreless gulfs the world is done.

 

Only the illimitable Permanent

Is here. A Peace stupendous, featureless, still,

Replaces all,  —  what once was I, in It

A silent unnamed emptiness content

Either to fade in the Unknowable

Or thrill with the luminous seas of the Infinite.

 

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The Other Earths

 

An irised multitude of hills and seas,

And glint of brooks in the green wilderness,

And trackless stars, and miracled symphonies

Of hues that float in ethers shadowless,

 

A dance of fireflies in the fretted gloom,

In a pale midnight the moon's silver flare,

Fire-importunities of scarlet bloom

And bright suddenness of wings in a golden air,

 

Strange bird and animal forms like memories cast

On the rapt silence of unearthly woods,

Calm faces of the gods on backgrounds vast

Bringing the marvel of the infinitudes,

 

Through glimmering veils of wonder and delight

World after world bursts on the awakened sight.

 

 

Thought the Paraclete

 

As some bright archangel in vision flies

Plunged in dream-caught spirit immensities,

Past the long green crests of the seas of life,

Past the orange skies of the mystic mind

Flew my thought self-lost in the vasts of God.

Sleepless wide great glimmering wings of wind

Bore the gold-red seeking of feet that trod

Space and Time's mute vanishing ends. The face

Lustred, pale-blue-lined of the hippogriff,

Eremite, sole, daring the bourneless ways,

Over world-bare summits of timeless being

Gleamed; the deep twilights of the world-abyss

Failed below. Sun-realms of supernal seeing,

 

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Crimson-white mooned oceans of pauseless bliss

Drew its vague heart-yearning with voices sweet.

Hungering large-souled to surprise the unconned

Secrets white-fire-veiled of the last Beyond,

Crossing power-swept silences rapture-stunned,

Climbing high far ethers eternal-sunned,

Thought the great-winged wanderer paraclete

Disappeared slow-singing a flame-word rune.

Self was left, lone, limitless, nude, immune.

 

 

Moon of Two Hemispheres

 

A gold moon-raft floats and swings slowly

And it casts a fire of pale holy blue light

On the dragon tail aglow of the faint night

That glimmers far,  —  swimming,

The illumined shoals of stars skimming,

Overspreading earth and drowning the heart in sight

With the ocean depths and breadths of the Infinite.

 

A gold moon-ship sails or drifts ever

In our spirit's skies and halts never, blue-keeled,

And it throws its white-blue fire on this grey field,

Night's dragon loop,  —  speeding,

The illumined star-thought sloops leading

To the Dawn, their harbour home, to the Light unsealed,

To the sun-face Infinite, the Untimed revealed.

 

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Rose of God

 

Rose of God, vermilion stain on the sapphires of heaven,

Rose of Bliss, fire-sweet, seven-tinged with the ecstasies seven!

Leap up in our heart of humanhood, O miracle, O flame,

Passion-flower of the Nameless, bud of the mystical Name.

 

Rose of God, great wisdom-bloom on the summits of being,

Rose of Light, immaculate core of the ultimate seeing!

Live in the mind of our earthhood; O golden Mystery, flower,

Sun on the head of the Timeless, guest of the marvellous Hour.

 

Rose of God, damask force of Infinity, red icon of might,

Rose of Power with thy diamond halo piercing the night!

Ablaze in the will of the mortal, design the wonder of thy plan,

Image of Immortality, outbreak of the Godhead in man.

 

Rose of God, smitten purple with the incarnate divine Desire,

Rose of Life, crowded with petals, colour's lyre!

Transform the body of the mortal like a sweet and magical rhyme;

Bridge our earthhood and heavenhood, make deathless the children of Time.

 

Rose of God like a blush of rapture on Eternity's face,

Rose of Love, ruby depth of all being, fire-passion of Grace!

Arise from the heart of the yearning that sobs in Nature's abyss:

Make earth the home of the Wonderful and life Beatitude's kiss.

 

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NOTE

 

In some of these poems, as in others of the Six Poems, a quantitative metrical system has been used which seems to have puzzled some critics, apparently because it does not follow the laws of quantity obtaining in the ancient classical languages. But those laws are quite alien to the rhythm and sound-structure of the English tongue; the attempt to observe them has always ended in deserved and inevitable failure. Another system has been followed here which is in agreement with the native rhythm of English speech. There what determines the metrical length or brevity of syllables is weight, the weight of the voice emphasis or the dwelling of the voice upon the sound. Where there is that emphasis or that dwelling of the voice, the syllable may be considered metrically long; where both are absent there will be, normally, a recognisable shortness which can only be cured by some aid of consonant weight or other lengthening circumstance. All stressed syllables are metrically long in English and cannot be otherwise, however short the vowel may be, for they dominate the verse movement; this is a fact which is ignored in the traditional account of English quantity and which many experimenters in quantitative verse have chosen to disregard with disastrous consequences,  —  all their genius or skill in metrical technique could not save them from failure. On the other hand, a long-vowel syllable can be regarded as metrically long even if there is no stress upon it. In the quantitative system used in these poems this possibility is converted into a law: metrical length is obligatory for all such natural syllabic longs, while a short-vowel syllable unstressed is normally short for metrical purposes unless it is very heavily weighted with consonants. But the mere occurrence of two or more consonants after a short vowel does not by itself make the syllable long as it necessarily does in Greek, Latin or Sanskrit.

The system may then be reduced to the following rules:

1. All stressed syllables are regarded as metrically long, as also all syllables supported on a long vowel.

2. All short-vowel syllables not stressed are regarded as  

 

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short, unless they are heavily weighted with consonants. But on this last point no fixed rule can be given; in each case the ear must be the judge.

3. There are a great number of sounds in English which can be regarded according to circumstances either as longs or as shorts. Here too the ear must decide in each case.

4. English quantity metres cannot be as rigid as the metres of ancient tongues. The rhythm of the language demands a certain variability, free or sparing, without which monotony sets in; accordingly in all English metres modulation is admitted as possible. Even the most regular rhythms do not altogether shut out the substitution of other feet than those fixed in the normal basic arrangement of the line; they admit at least so much as is needed to give the necessary pliancy or variety to the movement. There is sometimes a very free use of such variations; but they ought not to be allowed to break the basic movement or overburden or overlay it. The same rule must apply in quantitative metres; especially in long poems modulations are indispensable.

This system is not only not at discord with the sound-structure of the language, it accords closely with its natural rhythm; it only regulates and intensifies into metrical pitch and tone the cadence that is already there even in prose, even in daily speech. If we take passages from English literature which were written as prose but with some intensity of rhythm, its movement can be at once detected. E.g.

 

Cŏnsīdĕr | thĕ līlĭĕs | ŏf thĕ fīēld, | hōw thēy grōw; | | thēy tōīl nŏt, |

nēīthĕr dŏ | thēy spīn; | | yĕt Ī | sāy ŭntŏ | yŏu thăt ēvěn | Sōlŏmŏn |

ĭn āll hĭs | glōrў | | wăs nŏt ărrāyed | līke ŭntŏ | ōne ŏf thēse: | |
 

or again,  

 

Blēssĕd āre | thĕ mēēk; | fŏr thēy shăll | ĭnhērĭt | thĕ ēārth | . . . .

Blēssĕd āre | thĕ pūre ĭn hēārt; | fŏr thēy shăll sēē | Gōd;

 

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or again, from Shakespeare's prose,

 

Thĭs gōōdly frāme, | thĕ ēāth, sēēms | ă stērīle | prōmŏntŏrў; |

thĭs mōst ēxcĕl|lĕnt cānŏpў, | thĕ āīr, lōōk yoŭ, | thĭs brāve

ō'ērhāng|ĭng fīrmăměnt, | thĭs măjēstĭc|ăl rōōf frēttěd | wĭth gōlděn fīre |

 

and so on with a constant recurrence of the same quantitative movement all through; or, yet more strikingly,  

 

Hōw ārt thōū | fāllĕn frŏm | Hēāvěn, Ŏ | Lūcĭfěr, | sōn ŏf thĕ mōrnĭng!  

 

This last sentence can be read indeed as a very perfect hexameter. The first of these passages could be easily presented as four lines of free quantitative verse, each independent in its arrangement of feet, but all swaying in a single rhythm. Shakespeare's is most wonderfully balanced in a series of differing four-syllabled, with occasional shorter, feet, as if of deliberate purpose, though it is no intention of the mind but the ear of the poet that has constructed this fine design of rhythmic prose. A free quantitative verse in this kind would be perfectly possible.

A more regular quantitative metre can be of two kinds. There could be lines all with the same metrical arrangement following each other without break or else alternating lines with a different arrangement for each, forming a stanza,  —  as in the practice of accentual metres. But there could also be an arrangement in strophe and antistrophe as in the Greek chorus.

In "Thought the Paraclete" the first rule is followed; all the lines are on the same model. The metre of this poem has a certain rhythmic similarity to the Latin hendecasyllable which runs ¯ ¯ | ¯ ˘ ˘ | ¯ ˘ | ¯ ˘ | ˉ ˘ , e.g.  

 

Sōlēs | ōccĭdĕr(e) | ēt rĕ|dīrĕ | pōssūnt,

Nōbīs | cūm sĕmĕl | ōccĭd|īt brĕ|vīs lūx

 

 

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Nōx ēst | pērpĕtŭ(a) | ūnă | dōrmĭ|ēndă.*  

 

But here the metre runs ˉ ˘ | ˉ ˉ | ˉ ˘ ˘ | ˉ ˘ | ˉ ;  a trochee is transferred from the closing flow of trochees to the beginning of the line, the spondee and dactyl are pushed into the middle; the last syllable of the closing trochee is most often dropped altogether. Classical metres cannot always with success be taken over just as they are into the English rhythm; often some modifications are needed to make them more malleable.

In "Moon of Two Hemispheres" the strophe antistrophe system has been used: the lines of the stanza differ from each other in the nature and order of the feet, no identity or approach to identity is imposed; but each line of the antistrophe follows scrupulously the arrangement of the corresponding line of the strophe. An occasional modulation at most is allowed, e.g. the substitution of a trochee for a spondee. The whole poem, how-ever, in spite of its metrical variations, follows a single general rhythmic movement.

"Rose of God", like a previous poem "In Horis Aeternum", is written in pure stress metre. As stress and high accentual pitch usually coincide, it is possible to scan accentual metre on the stress principle and stress metre also can be so written that it can be scanned as accentual verse; but pure stress metre depends entirely on stress ictus. In ordinary poetry stress and natural syllabic quantity enter in as elements of the rhythm, but are not, qua stress and quantity, essential elements of the basic metre: in pure stress metre there is a reversal of these values; quantity and accentual inflexion are subordinate and help to build the rhythm, but stress alone determines the metrical basis. In "Rose of God" each line is composed of six stresses, and the whole poem is built of five stanzas, each containing four such lines; the arrangement of feet varies freely to suit the movement of thought and feeling in each line. Thus,

 

* Suns may set and come again;

For us, when once our brief light has set, There is one perpetual night to be slept.

CATULLUS

 

 

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