Part IV — World-poets

World-poets

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"Love seeketh not itself to please,

Nor for itself hath any care,

But for another gives its ease

And builds a heaven in hell's despair.

— Blake

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Love so beautifully idealised can be materialised if it springs from its Highest Source and has no link with anything inferior here below.

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"I was angry with my friend.

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe;

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

— Blake

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Wrath is a weakness worth getting over. Again it cannot disturb the inner equilibrium, which is worth everything.

> Good to forgive. Best to forget.

> — Browning

Better than best is to remain unaffected by the shocks of the world.

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"Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell

The torture of that inward hell!"

— Byron

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To nurse an inward hell and escape the penalty is to ask for too much.

> I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

> — Byron

All the greater glory to the Source which has given the fame!

> We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves.

> — Goethe

May the world realise this truth!

> Light — more light.

> — Goethe

Infinite is the thirst for the Infinite.

> A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

> — Keats

Because it is the reflection of the All-Beautiful.

> Beauty is truth, truth beauty.

> — Keats

Because our great origin is both Truth and Beauty.

> We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

> — Longfellow

Hence says the Seer-Poet:

> And belief shall not be till the thing is done.

> — Sri Aurobindo, Savitri

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Tell me not in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty dream.

— Longfellow

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Rather, life, the great gift of God, is a splendid field for self-realisation.

> Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

> — Milton

That is the sign of a great spirit perverted.

> To be weak is miserable, doing or suffering.

> — Milton

Weakness is an implied denial of one's true self.

> What is done can't be undone.

> — Shakespeare

True in a limited context, never an absolute truth.

> Brevity is the soul of wit.

> — Shakespeare

And silence can tell even more than brevity.

> Our sweetest songs are those that tell us of sweetest thought.

> — Shelley

The Shelleys of the future will hear sweetest songs inspired by all-blissful thoughts.

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"The desire of the moth for the star,

Of the night for the morrow,

The devotion to something afar

From the sphere of our sorrow.

— Shelley

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Our Shelleys of the New Age will be singing of the transformation of the sphere of our sorrow into the sphere of our Delight!

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"My strength is as the strength of ten,

Because my heart is pure.

— Tennyson

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Let us look forward to the New World that is manifesting in the old — to the New World that will be full of Sir Galahads but with their hearts absolutely true to none and nothing else than the Divine and His Influence.

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"'Tis better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all.

— Tennyson

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True, perhaps on the human plane. But true love is Love divine that knows no loss.

> I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion's sake.

> — Whitman

The true seer-eye of the poet foresaw the possibility that is now on the point of realising itself.

> If anything is sacred, the human body is sacred.

> — Whitman

Because the human body is the very temple of God.

> Minds that have nothing to confer find little to receive.

> — Wordsworth

And it may well be added: Minds that have little to perceive have nothing to confer.

> The gods approve the depth, and not the tumult of the soul.

> — Wordsworth

As a portion of the Infinite, the soul can have depth, height and breadth without measure, but tumult can never belong to the soul. It is a play of the inferior vital.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Mother India's Lighthouse: India's spiritual leaders, Rudolf Steiner Publications, 1971
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