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A Poem by Dean
Robert Frost says somethingMark Strand says somethingPsychiatrists probe for somethingPhilosophers wonder about somethingPriests excavate the somethin..
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A Poem by Dean
Desire is my boarding pass.Each destination looms withnew experience brought about withjust the entering of heads--New worlds revolve before the consc..
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A Poem by Dean
There comes the moment when the minddrops to its knees in silent wonderment,and there may ride the morning outbeyond the breath, out where intentionyi..
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A Poem by Dean
Strange--the journey set upon,for I have never traveledseeking just to close in finallyon home. I would see it only as an inference laid bare as I wou..
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A Poem by Dean
Some kind of graphic immortalityto grace my sight each timean old photo appears, and he is stillto give me all he is that instant.I may study him, and..
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A Poem by Dean
I think about the momentsas they hover, make contact, disappearas if forever might prove to be negotiable; there wasexchange, not so? Somethingabout r..
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A Poem by Dean
They call it shuffling of the mindwhen other eyes are turned;Other visions call upon the history that is their very own, allowing usto see, to share, ..
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A Poem by Dean
I shall try to take you along,though as an observer, you will beunable to continue to the end.There will be silence--of course.Soon, words will no lon..
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A Poem by Dean
The Parting Something about sadness persists you know,tearing us apart, unheralded, ironicand we cannot leave it there alone.Carried to the grave and ..
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