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Poem to Hart Crane

Jun 1, 1967 | Poetry, Volume-01 Number-13

How many dawns you stood to watch the Bridge Usher the sun from Brooklyn to New York, Or how many dawns the Beauty of His Face Entranced you with that white pervasive smile, I know not; nor have these quick forty years Changed the Changeless the Twentieth rolls on,... read more

Krishna Consciousness in American Poetry

Jun 1, 1967 | A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, Poetry, Srila Prabhupada's Lectures, Volume-01 Number-13

Part IV: Hart Crane's The Bridge and the 20th Century The victory of the North in the Civil War was also a victory of industrialism in America, for the industrial North had proved the importance of the machine the machine meant power. Henry Adams,... read more

Poems by Vidyapati

Jun 1, 1967 | Poetry, Vidyapati, Volume-01 Number-13

(Vidyapati (1352-1448) a famous and popular court poet of Mathila, India, wrote these Radha-Krishna love songs which find their correspondence in the West to the poems of St. John of the Cross as songs of bhakti between the soul of man and his Creator. In Bengal,... read more

Poem to Walt Whitman by Hayagriva Dasa Brahmacari

Apr 21, 1967 | Hayagriva Dasa Brahmachari, Poetry, Volume-01 Number-12

You too found Him all attractive, And your thoughts of Him you called Leaves of Grass For His green handiwork bends beneath His Feet, And you knew well those leaves of life Transpire from the breasts of the dead. Those leaves of grass for you Were tokens designedly... read more

Krishna Consciousness in American Poetry by Hayagriva Das Brahmacari

Apr 21, 1967 | Hayagriva Dasa Brahmachari, Poetry, Volume-01 Number-12

Part III: Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself." O joyous seer! Recorders ages hence, yes, they shall hear In their own veins uncancelled thy sure tread And read thee by the aureole 'rond thy head Of pasture-shine, Panis Angelicus! (Hart Crane's homage... read more

On Being Crazy by Brahmananda Dasa Brahmacari

Apr 21, 1967 | Brahmananda Dasa Brahmacari, Poetry, Volume-01 Number-12

That's right, look at me, all of you, peeking over your Housewife Stabbed In Queens, and your stock market scores, and your baseball scores, and your Viet Nam scores; Just keep looking at me, as I sit across from you, fingering these ripe, red beads, chanting Hare... read more