Sri Aurobindo

Letters of Sri Aurobindo

Volume 2. 1937

Letter ID: 1823

Sri Aurobindo — Nirodbaran Talukdar

January 14, 1937

I am slightly depressed about my poetry, Guru. It seems all mind-made.

It is an extremely beautiful poem. What a grumbler you have got inside you! After writing a thing like that, you ought to be licking your lips in satisfaction.

Apart from this depression, these last two days I have been feeling unaccountably rotten, sad, irritated, why? Force, please, O please, please, for heaven’s sake!

No reason. If the Man of Sorrows gets grounds to wallow in agony, he wallows on the ground – if he doesn’t he wallows in the waters – if waters are denied to him, he will wallow in the air. If no he will wallow in the void. But wallow he must. Even if you had written a poem as deep as the sea and as splendid as the sunrise, he would still wallow, if that was his fancy – “wallow and luxuriously wail to the world and its Witness.”