Canto 46Creation
Book 16. Part Seven - Pondicherry Circa 1927 – 1947
Sonnets
The Inner Sovereign
Now more and more the Epiphany within
Affirms on Nature’s soil His sovereign rights.
5My mind has left its prison-camp of brain;
It pours, a luminous sea from spirit heights.
A tranquil splendour, waits my Force of Life
Couched in my heart, to do what He shall bid,
Poising wide wings like a great hippogriff
10On which the gods of the empyrean ride.
My senses change into gold gates of bliss;
An ecstasy thrills through touch and sound and sight
Flooding the blind material sheath’s dull ease:
My darkness answers to His call of light.
15Nature in me one day like Him shall sit
Victorious, calm, immortal, infinite.
Creation
Since Thou hadst all eternity to amuse,
O sculptor of the living shapes of earth,
20O dramatist of death and life and birth,
World-artist revelling in forms and hues,
Hast Thou shaped the marvel of the whirling spheres,
A scientist passing Nature through his tubes,
And played with numbers, measures, theorems, cubes,
25O mathematician Mind that never errs,
Building a universe from Thy theories?
Protean is Thy spirit of delight,
Craftsman minute and architect of might,
World-adept of a thousand mysteries.
30Or forged some deep Necessity, not Thy whim,
Fate and Inconscience and the net of Time?