Dean J. Baker - Poetry, prose, lyrics, prose poems
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You Teach Me
I thought I was familiar
with the lost art of conversation
When I had
forgotten in your presence
Desire speaks -
another language I must unlearn
As love enters in:
a stranger arrogant, and unwilling
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Ithacas
for any and all
I will till and plough, let sift
the soil; demand fresh herbs,
such
as coriander and thyme, be
softly scented along your arms,
at the base of your tenderness
Where you and I may speak
together impatiently almost, watch
the sweet growth
surprise the flesh of earth: dance
to the tune you sing again, as we
await the coming of another birth
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This Earth
What was I running from
when everything was
beside me
Shaking at the thought
of you, inside
each move I made
When I couldn’t say
who was called that night
into silence
whispering
in my pain
You
You
it is myself
I come upon like this
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Shifting The Ashes
I turn on the switch,
for the kitchen light:
nothing stirs.
Your shadow at first
dark as space,
fades and falls behind.
The streets climb into silence,
listening for
the pulse of evening in your step.
Where you come clean:
as bare-ribbed winter trees
Thrust against the threatening sky.
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The Stupids
My mind’s a thread unwinding; I
pluck at darkness, which falls.
It won’t let the stupids out; it
suffers them to bray and shout,
these Attic businessmen and women:
busy, they are knitting spirit doilies.
Must I endure like a disease the bad
and bright side of the living’s enemies?
But who am I asking? We are so
few than farther between might be.
You [...]
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