Entering Myself Into ‘Passage To India’ I enthrone with inmost love, Whitman's hymn of India, In the poem my nights pore Over the fusion of Europe and Asia. I send a - wondering my face, Prophet of life divine, A rendezvous of soul and science, Homeric voice! You are mine. O Giant voyager, restless explorer, Through the 'Passage' I discover Brahma and Budha with ecstasy's quaver, Unshaken by lustful quiver. Your lone will of voyaging Beyond India within India; A secret passport to eternity For America and India O revolutionary in poetry! Your poem a terrible harmoniser, I "find letters from God dropt in the street" And oceanic sound rolling there. My joys aflame to your song, Tagore loved your Atlantic surge; Your unhewn ‘Passage’ natural to tongue, O might I carry through life's verge.
Rashmi Roy's Questions:
1. What is the quality of this poem?
2. What is the gradation of this poem?