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A Poem by Dean
The concept clear to rationality--stimulus-response,the matrix of life--that's all there is,and if we speak, to gain, or scoreor cast away a care, wha..
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A Poem by Dean
It was her kissthat sent a shaft of lightinto confounding blackness where the deadwould hold their rites of cold fraternity--as if the border of that ..
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A Poem by Dean
To a man on death row, with whom I once corresponded
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A Poem by Dean
Goodbye, my children; you shall have your daywhen seas sweep you beyond th'Aegean islandswhere the scrolls lie buried underneath the sands,beyond the ..
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A Poem by Dean
I scry in dusty shopsand in forgotten atics, where old pictureswait their resurrection in my eyes;I want so much to look behind them,move through laye..
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A Poem by Dean
A waterfall,though great or smallis only that unless it be Yosemite.To round that final curve into the clearing,Ah, and then be made awarethere is a l..
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A Poem by Dean
It seems to me that I have submitted this before, but I do not find it on my list on this site--so do tell me if you've seen it.
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A Poem by Dean
The doctor would have smiled, I think,in reverie off Lambarene's shores,to field a posthumous dream--to learn dry atoms' call to other worldscan reach..
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A Poem by Dean
is tapping gently on my consciousnessas if it is the gateway to the contentlooming at my upper left, approachingfrom behind, and it is mine to watchit..
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A Poem by Dean
Mere purity may not abide the breathless dawnthat even in its birth proclaims not innocencebut the virginity of time.Yet with the rising wind, a shudd..
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