I like your poem very much. The poet seems to have come out after all. So the pains of labour and even the forceps were useful. It is the turn of the Yoga to come out next, what? Even with a forceps! ... Well, at any rate it proves that he is there – for these poems were true poetry – and can come out even if he has still to be dragged out by the hair of his head. In time he will surely become less shy and difficult. As for the Yoga – well, we will see... 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, kick off the man of sorrows from your shoulders and go cheerfully ahead.
I like your poem very much. The poet seems to have come out after all. So the pains of labour and even the forceps were useful. It is the turn of the Yoga to come out next, what? Even with a forceps! ... Well, at any rate it proves that he is there – for these poems were true poetry – and can come out even if he has still to be dragged out by the hair of his head. In time he will surely become less shy and difficult. As for the Yoga – well, we will see... 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, kick off the man of sorrows from your shoulders and go cheerfully ahead.