O Letter Dull and Cold - Poem By Sri Aurobindo

O letter dull and cold, how can she read

Gladly these lifeless lines, no fire that prove,

When others even their passionate hearts exceed

Caressing her sweet name with words of love?

O me that I could force this barrier, turn

My heart to syllables, make all desire

One burning word, then would my letters yearn

With some reflection of that hidden fire.

Ah if I could, what then? This fiery pit

Within for human eyes was never meant.

All hearts would view with horror or with hate

A picture not of earthly lineament.

Yourself even, sweet, would start with terror back

As at the hissing of a sudden snake.

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