Potential Titles: Max Eastman
May. 1st, 2010 09:12 pmIn autumn's thoughtful weather - Max Eastman "Anniversary"
Receives its share of morning - Max Eastman "Autumn Light"
Like the hours of doom - Max Eastman "Coming to Port"
Ghosts of sleeping battle-cruisers - Max Eastman "Coming to Port"
Surpassing time on its immortal quest - Max Eastman "Coming to Port"
Laughing out a happy name - Max Eastman "Coming to Port"
And pass among them like a flame - Max Eastman "Coming to Port"
A driftwood relic in my hand - Max Eastman "A Dune Sonnet"
So pitilessly still of curve - Max Eastman "A Dune Sonnet"
Whose ancient voice is lifted on the wind - Max Eastman "Earth's Night"
The liquid jewels of the forest - Max Eastman "Hours"
The hunted runner dips his hand - Max Eastman "Hours"
Hinting the sacred mystery of rest - Max Eastman "Hours"
Cleave this killing doubt asunder - Max Eastman "A Hymn to God: In Time of Stress"
There is no burning token - Max Eastman "A Hymn to God: In Time of Stress"
In the new immortal sky - Max Eastman "A Hymn to God: In Time of Stress"
When the beacon star's a stranger - Max Eastman "A Hymn to God: In Time of Stress"
My room of quiet space - Max Eastman "In My Room"
Misty buds among your saplings - Max Eastman "In My Room"
Languid as the yellow mist - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
Of passion pale and amber-kissed - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
Amber-kissed with years of heat - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
Alone and naked by the weeping tree - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
Came warm and burning to your dream - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
All your avid veins require - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
Sobbing in torture of that vivid fire - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
Burning crimson like a poison - Max Eastman "A Morning"
Your virtues over me like whips - Max Eastman "A Praiseful Complaint"
Stinging with the visible eclipse - Max Eastman "A Praiseful Complaint"
All the tendrils of your passion furled - Max Eastman "A Praiseful Complaint"
A thrill before it passes - Max Eastman "Sea-Shore"
A mountain in its motion - Max Eastman "Sea-Shore"
With love in every running crest - Max Eastman "Sea-Shore"
Or paint with bleeding stroke - Max Eastman "Thought of Protagoras"
To sorrow move all minds - Max Eastman "Thought of Protagoras"
The crimson windy call of liberty - Max Eastman "To an Actress"
A curved emptiness of silence - Max Eastman "To the Ascending Moon"
Howl abroad like eager wolves - Max Eastman "To the Ascending Moon"
Liquid timeless motion undefined - Max Eastman "To the Ascending Moon"
The filmy architecture of all dreams - Max Eastman "To the Ascending Moon"
Phantoms of the transfixed mind - Max Eastman "To the Ascending Moon"
And laugh in innocence of sorcery - Max Eastman "To the Ascending Moon"
The fates that follow Adam's deed - Max Eastman "To the Flowers at Church"
Your small tapering flame of passion - Max Eastman "A Visit"
And hot enamel on the words - Max Eastman "A Visit"
Encrimsoning the lips of our surprise - Max Eastman "A Visit"
Hushed and sombre with imprisoned fire - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Sombre with imprisoned fire - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Ghostly globes of intense aether - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Potent as the rays of pure desire - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Startled into vivid wonder - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Shot the dark with frosty crashings - Max Eastman "X Rays"
An ice-berg splitting to the keel - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Living to the tip of every bone - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Tracing on the ancient screen of night - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Deliberately in that twilight sorrow - Max Eastman "You Make No Answer"
The dark flame that is your being - Max Eastman "You Make No Answer"
My love reborn and burning - Max Eastman "You Make No Answer"
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Receives its share of morning - Max Eastman "Autumn Light"
Like the hours of doom - Max Eastman "Coming to Port"
Ghosts of sleeping battle-cruisers - Max Eastman "Coming to Port"
Surpassing time on its immortal quest - Max Eastman "Coming to Port"
Laughing out a happy name - Max Eastman "Coming to Port"
And pass among them like a flame - Max Eastman "Coming to Port"
A driftwood relic in my hand - Max Eastman "A Dune Sonnet"
So pitilessly still of curve - Max Eastman "A Dune Sonnet"
Whose ancient voice is lifted on the wind - Max Eastman "Earth's Night"
The liquid jewels of the forest - Max Eastman "Hours"
The hunted runner dips his hand - Max Eastman "Hours"
Hinting the sacred mystery of rest - Max Eastman "Hours"
Cleave this killing doubt asunder - Max Eastman "A Hymn to God: In Time of Stress"
There is no burning token - Max Eastman "A Hymn to God: In Time of Stress"
In the new immortal sky - Max Eastman "A Hymn to God: In Time of Stress"
When the beacon star's a stranger - Max Eastman "A Hymn to God: In Time of Stress"
My room of quiet space - Max Eastman "In My Room"
Misty buds among your saplings - Max Eastman "In My Room"
Languid as the yellow mist - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
Of passion pale and amber-kissed - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
Amber-kissed with years of heat - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
Alone and naked by the weeping tree - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
Came warm and burning to your dream - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
All your avid veins require - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
Sobbing in torture of that vivid fire - Max Eastman "The Lonely Bather"
Burning crimson like a poison - Max Eastman "A Morning"
Your virtues over me like whips - Max Eastman "A Praiseful Complaint"
Stinging with the visible eclipse - Max Eastman "A Praiseful Complaint"
All the tendrils of your passion furled - Max Eastman "A Praiseful Complaint"
A thrill before it passes - Max Eastman "Sea-Shore"
A mountain in its motion - Max Eastman "Sea-Shore"
With love in every running crest - Max Eastman "Sea-Shore"
Or paint with bleeding stroke - Max Eastman "Thought of Protagoras"
To sorrow move all minds - Max Eastman "Thought of Protagoras"
The crimson windy call of liberty - Max Eastman "To an Actress"
A curved emptiness of silence - Max Eastman "To the Ascending Moon"
Howl abroad like eager wolves - Max Eastman "To the Ascending Moon"
Liquid timeless motion undefined - Max Eastman "To the Ascending Moon"
The filmy architecture of all dreams - Max Eastman "To the Ascending Moon"
Phantoms of the transfixed mind - Max Eastman "To the Ascending Moon"
And laugh in innocence of sorcery - Max Eastman "To the Ascending Moon"
The fates that follow Adam's deed - Max Eastman "To the Flowers at Church"
Your small tapering flame of passion - Max Eastman "A Visit"
And hot enamel on the words - Max Eastman "A Visit"
Encrimsoning the lips of our surprise - Max Eastman "A Visit"
Hushed and sombre with imprisoned fire - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Sombre with imprisoned fire - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Ghostly globes of intense aether - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Potent as the rays of pure desire - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Startled into vivid wonder - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Shot the dark with frosty crashings - Max Eastman "X Rays"
An ice-berg splitting to the keel - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Living to the tip of every bone - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Tracing on the ancient screen of night - Max Eastman "X Rays"
Deliberately in that twilight sorrow - Max Eastman "You Make No Answer"
The dark flame that is your being - Max Eastman "You Make No Answer"
My love reborn and burning - Max Eastman "You Make No Answer"
Poet's page at poets.org.
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