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Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: A Few Comments Apropos of The Lives of Sri Aurobindo—A Matter of Poetry
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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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