Summer Sunday

Max EastmanMax Eastman

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BORNE on the low lake wind there floats to me,
Out of the distant hill, a sigh of bells,
Mystic, worshipful, almost unheard,
As though the past should answer me, and I
In pagan solitude bow down my head.
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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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