A LIGHT is laughing thro' the scattered rain,
A color quickens in the meadow;
Drops are still, upon the window-pane--
They cast a silver shadow.
A color quickens in the meadow;
Drops are still, upon the window-pane--
They cast a silver shadow.
Car-Window
About the poet
Max Eastman
1883 - 1969/AmericanMax Eastman was a poet, radical editor, translator, and author. He edited the socialist magazine The Masses (1912-1917) and translated Leon Trotsky into English. Max Forrester Eastman was born on January 4, 1883, the son of two ministers.…
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Sometimes
SOMETIMES a child's voice crying on the streetComes winging like an arrow through the wind
Autumn Light
SO BRIGHT and soft is the sweet air of morning,And so tenderly the light descends,
In a Red Cross Hospital
TODAY I saw a face--it was a beak,That peered, with pale round yellow vapid eyes,
Anniversary
THE flowers we planted in the tender spring,And through the summer watched their blossoming,
Little Fishes
A MYRIAD curious fishes,Tiny and pink and pale,
