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A Poem by Dean
It lurks there, fitfullyaround the corner of my mindand will not show its facelike an April thunderfront, andscarce aware that winter slipped awaya we..
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A Poem by Dean
An is, is there foreverwhere there is no fear, and like a fountainjoy is always bubbling up...from underneath.The more is always still to come,not sum..
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A Poem by Dean
The thinker stares into the space inside himselfwith some ignoble wonder, "Who am I...and why?"To found some mindless form of lifeand blame it on my s..
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A Poem by Dean
The travelers had disappeared,the trail obscured by choice,the pale romanceof greed, of lust, and of the dancing flameupon the hearth that always must..
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A Poem by Dean
It's back...unsought...that cold, wet lumpwithin the mind,that Frost had known so well.It bids me close my eyeslook at my hands--then open them, repel..
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A Poem by Dean
You never think what is to come.The little kid you smiled atis a well-known author now, a thousand miles away; you foundthe trash-filled lot you didn'..
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A Poem by Dean
Patria...sacred to the one who walks upon it.Hallowed...from the sacrifice that passed it on.Home...from infant life that still reposesin the body. Th..
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A Poem by Dean
A boy who spoke as an aged mansat on a stump in the woodspondering."If I were youth alone" he said, "you would not listen, orif I were age, you would ..
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A Poem by Dean
Escape with me.Go forth from all your glorious holdupon the hollow earth, that churningvessel filled with pliant clay you seizeto build a higher day, ..
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A Poem by Dean
Horizon is illusory.White sails appear across the morning watch,are lost at noon,and sighted once again at vespers when the antiphon is sung. Beneath ..
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