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A Poem by Dean
Where systems of belief determinewho will ride the coat tails of ouraugust chieftains into Washington,I shudder just a little. Thosewho succeed may no..
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A Poem by Dean
It was just a drop of morning lightthat fell upon a surface of my room--I won't remember it tomorrow, thoughI found its shape a bit unusualand while s..
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A Poem by Dean
He shocks me. Only a day or so agoI'm sure I didn't look like that.I try to part the few thin strandsof hair up top, the patriarchs before mesaw on th..
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A Poem by Dean
Of all the fragmentary thoughtsthat ride along with us-- amoment's tingle to the spine,then fly away as any brighter onewill scatter them like bowling..
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A Poem by Dean
I think of all those flashing, fleeting imagesthat many of us see, unheralded andundesired; I think they arethose "flickerings of presence" poetRobert..
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A Poem by Dean
I know--wrong from the start,for who might dare to seek, to sharea summary of paradise revealedfrom just a breath of the divinewhatever that might be...
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A Poem by Dean
Now in conversation with myself,and in love with the adventures of the mind,I'm free to argue about them.Feelings are more precise now; they do not mi..
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A Poem by Dean
The hours of the insistent thought,of waiting war, of turmoil in dilemmagather up their own black shadowsat the waning of the night.There are no tolli..
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A Poem by Dean
Just we, inflamed by luststill pine with hungry heartsfor something we may neverunderstand, we beneath the fontof purest grace, led by hopethat God ma..
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A Poem by Dean
It lies beneath the interredspirit of a man, whendeath is close at hand.I sense it manifest withinthat restive, intermitent sparkthat had seemed to be..
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