THE ARTIST
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The selfsame radiant ecstasy Which wrought the tempest’s giant wrath Has painted gorgeous dream-designs So delicately on the moth. The selfsame luminous agony Which shaped the lightning’s fiery claw Has carved in utmost tenderness A summer flower without a flaw. The selfsame motherhood which made The awful mystery of death Has built the body of a child And lit its limbs with golden breath. The selfsame miracle which moves In silent mystery apart Has struck the secret melody Which dances shyly in my heart. Harindranath Chattopadhyaya.