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A Poem by Dean
Commentary on War
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A Poem by Dean
"It is that I'm too old to be your God," Gepetto saidto his new voodoo doll."Too old to make you dance, or give you lifeor leave you self-entrancedfro..
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A Poem by Dean
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A Poem by Dean
Your tongue embraces paradox, Monsieur,in its perpetual romance,and most condign, the dancing words that fall upon my psyche, asthe lorelei I seek wou..
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A Poem by Dean
Self-emptying,the stream creates itselfand in the act of dying, gifts its ponderous deepwith such a restive peacethat there is drama in demise,the fli..
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A Poem by Dean
Perhaps it wasn't by design,the lake, the trees,the moondance through the clouds conspiredto move me, not to pure reflectionbut into the depth of my o..
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A Poem by Dean
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A Poem by Dean
Sweet lips of rolling frost will whisper slumberto the restless wraiths across the hill--those soft, impatient ghosts who couldn't fathomtheir own sum..
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A Poem by Dean
must lie in possibility--no wonder Tillich saw that that alone is God,for He lurks far beyonda faith that follows formula,beyond the trials and the sm..
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A Poem by Dean
I hope the macaronic element will not be too confusing for those with minimal acqaintance with Spanish. I felt that it was necessary in this poem
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