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Life

Mystic Miracle, daughter of Delight, Life, thou ecstasy, Let the radius of thy flight Be eternity. On thy wings thou bearest high Glory and disdain, Godhead and mortality, Ecstasy and pain. Take me in thy wild embrace Without weak reserve Body dire and unveiled face; Faint not, Life, nor swerve. All thy bliss I would explore, All thy tyranny. Cruel like the lion’s roar, Sweet like springtide be. Like a Titan I would take, Like a God enjoy, Like a man contend and make, Revel like a boy. More I will not ask of thee, Nor my fate would choose; King or conquered let me be, Live or lose. Even in rags I am a god; Fallen, I am divine; High I triumph when down-trod, Long I live when slain. – Sri Aurobindo Reference: # 29 in “Les poèmes de Sri Aurobindo” (bilingual edition) also in “Poems Past and Present”

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