Naked Body of Dreams

Poetry by David Deyo

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Raskolnikov, I've come to take you home,
away from the prisons built for lesser men.
So hold onto my arm, though you are ill.
My shoulder can support the weight of kin.

And Salieri, I have come for you too,
whom history offends with a faint refrain.
The time has come for me to fill your ear
with song that seeks to soothe your pain.

And Faust, I see your longing face ahead,
that wonders, as I do with every stride
if I will strike a bargain for your soul
or turn your damaged merchandise aside.

About the Poem

This poem expresses some empathy for characters that are often misunderstood, overlooked, or deserve more compassion than their tales provide.


This poem is previously unpublished in print. This poem was finished October 16, 1985.



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