Aurobindo 128 Savitri Book 9

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Nine:The Book of Eternal Night Canto One:Towards the Black Void Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'Assuming a spiritual wide control, Making life's sea a mirror of heaven's sky, The young divinity in her earthly limbs Filled with celestial strength her mortal part.' What a sane wording..'young divinity'! What a ripe rendering for our easy grasping! 'There came a freedom from the heart-strings' clutch, Now all her acts sprang from a godhead's calm.' 'Sole now she rose to meet the dreadful god.' That mightier spirit turned its mastering gaze On life and things, inheritor of a work Left to it unfinished from her halting past, When yet the mind, a passionate learner, toiled And ill-shaped instruments were crudely moved. 'A moment yet she lingered motionless And looked down on the dead man at her feet; ' 'Then like a tree recovering from a wind She raised her noble head; fronting her gaze Something stood there, unearthly, sombre, grand, A limitless denial of all being That wore the terror and wonder of a shape.' 'In its appalling eyes the tenebrous Form Bore the deep pity of destroying gods; ' 'A sorrowful irony curved the dreadful lips' 'The two opposed each other with their eyes' 'Vacant eternities forbidding hope Laid upon her their huge and lifeless look, And to her ears, silencing earthly sounds, A sad and formidable voice arose Which seemed the whole adverse world's. 'Unclasp', it cried, ............My consciousness this moment, O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine May there so, let Savitri in my self arise Aroused there so be knowledge and fortune ============================================== Note; Some more inspiring descriptive and informative lines from Book 9 Canto 1 Page 573 Immortal leader of her mortality, Doer of her works and fountain of her words, Invulnerable by Time, omnipotent, It stood above her calm, immobile, mute. All in her mated with that mighty hour, As if the last remnant had been slain by Death Of the humanity that once was hers. Page 574 His shape was nothingness made real, his limbs Were monuments of transience and beneath Brows of unwearying calm large godlike lids Silent beheld the writhing serpent, life. Unmoved their timeless wide unchanging gaze Had seen the unprofitable cycles pass, Survived the passing of unnumbered stars And sheltered still the same immutable orbs. around her, Piling their void unbearable loneliness Upon her mighty uncompanioned soul, Many inhuman solitudes came close.