Aurobindo 139 Savitri Book 10

(An appreciation on Savitri- Book Ten: The Book of the Double Twilight Canto One: The Dream Twilight of the Ideal Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's) 'Vessels of infinite significances, They are too clear, too great, too meaningful; ' 'These only touched a golden hem of bliss, The gleaming shoulder of some godlike hope, The flying feet of exquisite desires.' 'On a slow trembling brink between night and day They shone like visitants from the morning star, ' Golden words out ofheavenly trance.... 'All in this world was shadowed forth, not limned, ' Like faces leaping on a fan of fire Or shapes of wonder in a tinted blur, Like fugitive landscapes painting silver mists. Here vision fled back from the sight alarmed, And sound sought refuge from the ear's surprise, And all experience was a hasty joy.' 'All things in this fair realm were heavenly strange' 'Past vanishing hedges, ........that fled her feet' Journeying she wished no end: ' 'she walked besieged By the illusion of a mystic space, ' 'In this beauty as of mind made visible, Dressed in its rays of wonder Satyavan Before her seemed the centre of its charm, Head of her loveliness of longing dreams And captain of the fancies of her soul. 'Half-vanquished by the dream-happiness around, Awhile she moved on an enchantment's soil, But still remained possessor of her soul. Above, her spirit in its mighty trance Saw all, but lived for its transcendent task, Immutable like a fixed eternal star.'....... ............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 End of Canto One =========================================== Note; Some more inspiring descriptive and informative lines from Book 10 Canto 1 Page 604 On a slow trembling brink between night and day They shone like visitants from the morning star, Satisfied beginnings of perfection, first Tremulous imaginings of a heavenly world: Timorous soul-bridals delicately veiled As when a goddess' bosom dimly moves To first desire and her white soul transfigured, A glimmering Eden crossed by faery gleams, Trembles to expectation's fiery wand, Page 604&605 ....................as one through clouds Travels upon a mountain ridge and hears Arising to him out of hidden depths Sound of invisible streams, she walked besieged By the illusion of a mystic space, A charm of bodiless touches felt and heard A sweetness as of voices high and dim Calling like travellers upon seeking winds Melodiously with an alluring cry. Page 605 As if a music old yet ever new, Moving suggestions on her heart-strings dwelt, Thoughts that no habitation found, yet clung With passionate repetition to her mind, Desires that hurt not, happy only to live Always the same and always unfulfilled Sang in the breast like a celestial lyre. The sombre Shadow sullen, implacable Made beauty and laughter more imperative; Enhanced by his grey, joy grew more bright and dear; Pain grew a trembling undertone of bliss And transience immortality's floating hem, A moment's robe in which she looked more fair, Its antithesis sharpening her divinity. Page 605&606 A comrade of the Ray and Mist and Flame, By a moon-bright face a brilliant moment drawn, Almost she seemed a thought mid floating thoughts, Seen hardly by a visionary mind Amid the white inward musings of the soul. End of Book-10 Canto-1