Radha Krishna

In the days when the Infinite Lord dwelt at Vrajabhumi as boy, He was the darling of all the much-blest people of that neighborhood. Each had some particular rasa toward Krishna that is, some sublimely sweet relationship. The highest of these relationships was that... read more

Poem to Hart Crane

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