Savitri: the Light of the Supreme
Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: A Few Comments Apropos of The Lives of Sri Aurobindo—A Matter of Poetry
by Vikas
I am reminded of a spondee-dibrach variation in Tennyson's "In Memoriam". Here goes... "Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow." The spondee and dibrach in the second line powerfully enforce the blood-creeps and nerve-pricks.
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