Sri Aurobindo
Letters of Sri Aurobindo
Volume 2. 1934 — 1935
I enclose your letter and my typescript of the same; at two or three places I have not been able to read. Please insert the “words” unsolved – but in a way that need not (I submit) necessitate head-shaking and magnifying glass and tapping the forehead.
I believe my corrections are irreproachably legible. If not, there is no help – tap, shake and magnify.
I will trouble you no longer (for the present) with the 
accentual metres. I have finished a dozen and no new inspiration has come to me in that direction. I have finished however twelve mātrā-vṛtta sonnets (I have been working like a giant of late in spite of your dubiety of activism – and my own, to crown all) of which I send you two herewith. Do you know in the last twenty-one days from 22nd November to 12th December I have written 63 poems? Average 3 a day? My record anyway. I have never had my inspiration sustained so long. And what is more – would you believe it, great snakes! – my arch-friend doubt has not favoured me with any visit worth the name for this interval? I wonder! I marvel! Nay, I gape – in astonishment – physically as well as spiritually!
Very good indeed. Both the quantity and quality of the work taken together are remarkable. These two sonnets are very good.
Yesterday a stream of new inspiration came to me and I wrote off a new page on Kavi versus Rishi (which by the way Parichand loved immensely, isn’t he niceness incarnate?) which also I enclose. The more I read this poem, the more I feel the poet does deserve every word of it – and it is high time he had a straight talking to – even I submit a little bit of emphasis on the other side of the medal. This inspiration Rishi contrasted with Poet I had principally from your line “The Rishi can drink of a deeper draught of Beauty and Delight than the imagination of the poet at its highest can conceive.” It is marvellous how the inspiration simply pours. Last evening at meditation this line simply hammered at my brain and here’s the result.
What you write in the lines you have sent is true as well as forcible – but what poet is going to admit it? Othello’s occupation would be gone – unless he turned himself into poet and Rishi in one, but that is more easily claimed than done.