Plunge, hope, and rise—poetic perspectives I recently read lyrical poems by Aurobindo, an Indian freedom fighter, philosopher, and writer. Some of his verses capture deep views on life, and you can almost live through the emotional cycle of progress.The fallBut suddenly there soared a dateless cry,Deep as Night, imperishable as Time;It seemed Death’s dire appeal to Eternity,Earth’s outcry to the limitless Sublime.– The Life HeavensGathering hopeThe day ends lost in a stretch of even,A long road trod — and the little farther.Now the waste-land, now the silence;A blank dark wall, and behind it heaven.– Journey’s EndThe riseWho art thou t... 
