Creation

A poem by Sri Aurobindo

The Conscious Inconscient

Because Thou hadst all eternity to amuse,
O dramatist of death and life and birth,
O sculptor of the living shapes of earth,
World-artist revelling in forms and hues,

A mathematician Mind that never errs,
Thou hast played with theorems, numbers, measures, cubes,
Passed cells, electrons, molecules through Thy tubes,
World-forces for Thy Science's ministers,

And made a universe of Thy theories,
Craftsman minute, an architect of might.
Protean is Thy Spirit of Delight,
An adept of a thousand mysteries.

Or built some deep Necessity, not Thy whim,
Fate and Inconscience and the snare of Time?

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sonnet 24 September 1939, revised 28 September Published posthumously Different versions

Creation

Since Thou hadst all eternity to amuse,
O sculptor of the living shapes of earth,
O 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,
O 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.

Or forged some deep Necessity, not Thy whim,
Fate and Inconscience and the net of Time?

Part VII : Pondicherry (Circa 1927-1947) > Sonnets from Manuscripts (Circa 1934-1947)

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-The Conscious Inconscient
-Because Thou hadst all eternity to amuse,
-O dramatist of death and life and birth,
+Creation
+Since Thou hadst all eternity to amuse,
 O sculptor of the living shapes of earth,
+O dramatist of death and life and birth,
 World-artist revelling in forms and hues,
-A mathematician Mind that never errs,
-Thou hast played with theorems, numbers, measures, cubes,
-Passed cells, electrons, molecules through Thy tubes,
-World-forces for Thy Science's ministers,
-And made a universe of Thy theories,
-Craftsman minute, an architect of might.
-Protean is Thy Spirit of Delight,
-An adept of a thousand mysteries.
-Or built some deep Necessity, not Thy whim,
-Fate and Inconscience and the snare of Time?
+Hast Thou shaped the marvel of the whirling spheres,
+A scientist passing Nature through his tubes,
+And played with numbers, measures, theorems, cubes,
+O 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.
+Or forged some deep Necessity, not Thy whim,
+Fate and Inconscience and the net of Time?