Correspondence with Sri Aurobindo
The Complete Set
I send you a small poem, opinion?
It is a very attractive little poem.
But where is the joy of the creator? I don't find or feel any!
It is the medical man with his forceps that comes in the way of the Ananda, I suppose – too much occupied with the doubt and difficulty of delivery. But the poet is there beyond a doubt now. So buck up, knock off the Man of Sorrows from your shoulders and go cheerfully ahead.