Sri Aurobindo

(15 August 1872 – 5 December 1950 / Calcutta / India)

The Dreamboat - Poem by Sri Aurobindo

Who was it that came to me in a boat made of dream-fire,
With his flame brow and his sun-gold body?
Melted was the silence into a sweet secret murmur,
'Do you come now? Is the heart's fire ready?'

Hidden in the recesses of the heart something shuddered,
It recalled all that the life's joy cherished,
Imaged the felicity it must leave lost forever,
And the boat passed and the gold god vanished.

Now within the hollowness of the world's breast inhabits -
For the love died and the old joy ended -
Void of a felicity that has fled, gone for ever,
And the gold god and the dream boat come not.

Comments about The Dreamboat by Sri Aurobindo

  • Savita Tyagi (10/14/2017 3:28:00 PM)

    This poem of his seems to deal with his spiritual journey. The long difficult hurdles he must have faced in his Sadhana. His life history is simply remarkable. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 21, 2010

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