Max Eastman

Max Forrester Eastman was an American writer on literature, philosophy and society; a poet, and a prominent political activist. Wikipedia

At the Aquarium

Serene the silver fishes glide, Stern-lipped, and pale, and wonder-eyed! As through the aged deeps of ocean, They glide with wan and wavy motion! They have no pathway where they go, They flow like water to and fro. They watch with never winking eyes, They watch with staring, cold surprise, The level people...

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06 November

Diogenes

A hut, and a tree, And a hill for me, And a piece of a weedy meadow. I’ll ask no thing, Of God or king, But to clear away his shadow.Max Eastman...

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20 August

In March

On a soaked fence-post a little blue-backed bird, Opening her sweet throat, has stirred A million music-ripples in the air That curl and circle everywhere. They break not shallow at my ear, But quiver far within. Warm days are near!Max Eastman...

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12 June