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A Poem by Dean
Stand upon the coastwhere winds and voicespass their salted secrets to the land;there insouciant madmen hear, and turn away.And I cannot.They call me ..
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A Poem by Dean
The lion finally may acquiesceand rest his head from roaring,for I never really knewI was his keeper; the child crouching lowand shuddering; before he..
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A Poem by Dean
There again,unmeterd, ominous soliloquy,rushing past its voiceeast to the Atlantic, hours away,absorbed within that flooded chestand disembodied, lost..
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A Poem by Dean
(You'll find the following a bit different, from me at least, and much of it was composed several years ago,and then updated now. I have long admired ..
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A Poem by Dean
This house I carry on my back(and readily assemble for a handy crowd)was never planned, except on impulse,though its ego system is ingenious;I switch ..
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A Poem by Dean
If there were a tomb to hold my thoughts alonewhere only those who seek it, meditate,guffaws would echo on the heavenly green;ideas will not live beyo..
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A Poem by Dean
I write of art that stupefies,I, who would immortalize new fire, new reflection...one that weaves a thread of elegance,who does no make of smoldering ..
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A Poem by Dean
The sage was hard to find,and shook his head when he was askedabout a world view.He said there was a goal in it.Always some contaminant emergedto take..
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A Poem by Dean
Late snow and early rains forgaveold indiscretion when He ploughed his field last fall. Four inches ofblack topsoil stayed before the windrushed down ..
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A Poem by Dean
Distance closes in,defining its intrusion into space and time;the rock within my garden,once a landmarkon that spot; it first half-hidden in the soil,..
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