Daniel Brick

Gold Star - 41,374 Points (June 10,1947 / St. Paul MN)

After The Poet's Death - Poem by Daniel Brick

His poems refuse
to mourn his passing, they
detach themselves from
books, magazines, wall hangings
and float freely
in the fair summer air.

Their refusal to mourn is
steadfast. 'He's just changed
his address, ' one of his
first poems says to the new
lyrics. 'He's done this before,
searching for a better place to live.'

'And we always go with him, '
pipes a small poem, barely
audible, maybe not
completed, hardly a poem
at all. 'We are all of us
pieces of his soul, ' booms

the lordly Epic Poem
of 24 cantos. 'We must
catch up with him, restore
his soul to wholeness, then
together, all of our words
linked, all of our sentences

looped around each other,
we will be the ONE POEM
he always claimed
to be writing.' Murmurs
of approval for Epic's speech
crescendoed over the meadow,

into a harmony of voices that
was almost musical. 'Excuse me,
oh, pardon me.' From way in back
where the sequence poems
had clustered, Sonnet XIV
was coming forward. He

squeezed through a group
of illustrated narrative poems,
and eased himself past
the pastoral poems, reclining
on the yellow-green lawn.
Lacking the familiar support

of sonnets XIII and XV,
XIV was unsure of himself.
Epic graciously steadied him,
and introduced him to the assembly,
'Dear friends, ' he began softly,
'we sonnets were with him for hours

yesterday. He was reading
us to his three children. It was
the happiest afternoon! He read
sonnets by the two Rossetti's, brother
and sister, his favorites. Then,
just as the sun dipped and lights came on,

something happened. He suddenly
collapsed.' XIV breathed deeply.
'We watched as two of his childen
covered his face with a blanket.'
For a long moment, it was
just the green air of summer.

Then an immense cry
sliced the greenness, and it bled
grief over all the poems.
The Elegies, whose gray eyes
had held little hope, were
comforted by a volume of

haiku. Pairs of Love Poems
embraced fiercely to crush
grief before it could
propagate. Drinking Songs from
the Chinese laughed harshly and
poured more wine. Wisdom Poems

fell into stunned silence. The other
sonnets joined XIV and they all
bowed their heads. A straggle of
Free Versers assembled, reciting
OUT OF THE CRADLE, ENDLESSLY ROCKING.
They sheltered the small poem, confused, bereft.

It was dusk but no shadows
obscured the outlines of trees,
bushes and flower patches. The sun
had withdrawn, but left behind was
a spiritual glow, suffusing all
with yellow-gold, an unasked for grace

welcomed nonetheless for beauty's sake.
A procession had quietly formed
on the furthest margin of the meadow.
Prose Poems, from his last published
work, carried and pushed a huge
covered arch. They were silent,

except for a choral hum, which other
poems joined as it gathered them
into the procession, making it more
spacious and resonant. A smiling Epic
and the sonnets understood suddenly
what was happening, and joined

the Prose Poems, who welcomed them.
Together, they braced the arch
and removed the cover. Cheering
resounded across the meadow. Then,
in perfect silence, the poems
crossed the threshold, and entered

the open arch. Sonnet XIV paused.
'You see, he is not dead. He
lives in all of us. We are his
life eternal.' Then he too
disappeared within, as did
every poem, quietly entering -

THE COLLECTED POEMS OF - - -

Topic(s) of this poem: Poetry


Comments about After The Poet's Death by Daniel Brick

  • (9/12/2016 11:33:00 AM)


    Thanks for sharing Daniel. Smooth reading! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Judith Blatherwick (8/18/2016 2:34:00 AM)


    This poem has left me breathless. I wish I had something amazing to say, but my mind is in a whirl of sorrow for the poet and uncertainty for the poems. Is it better for them to fade with the memory of the poet, or to lie silently in a dusty book? Or will they live in in glory? This is a wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (6/26/2016 2:56:00 AM)


    A great honor for all the poets, your poem elevated the status of the poets in the eyes of the world, the work, they leave behind them speaks about the world they lived in and thought about. It also demonstrates the emotional dealings of the subject. Another thought provoking poem..10+++ (Report) Reply

  • (6/5/2016 5:24:00 AM)


    An expository piece of poetry highlighting the sublime nature of poets work - which leaves footprints of profundity that stand to point that a great soul once passed through the poetic world. Lovely poem passionately brought forth. Thanks for sharing Daniel. Please read my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (3/17/2016 7:24:00 AM)


    This poem is a great emotional tribute from all kinds of his poems to a remarkable poet of repute. I quote: He's just changed......his address......We are all of us.....pieces of his soul. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (3/5/2016 3:14:00 PM)


    This is pure undiluted DELIGHT! I didn't make it through the first stanza before my heart smiled and my spirits rose to join your poems in the fair summer air [I love inner rhymes like that].And it was wonderful to meet all the characters from the lordly EPIC POEM to the grey-eyed ELEGIES to the laughing DRINKING SONGS.. May we all have poems that live after us. Excellent, Mr. Brick, excellent. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Mayo (3/4/2016 9:22:00 PM)


    We'd all love to believe our poems will outlive us. Your poem is a wonderful, anthropomorphic imagining of this desire. Great work. (Report) Reply

  • (3/4/2016 10:07:00 AM)


    The soul of the poet.
    Lovely poem that speaks of life into eternity.
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  • Nosheen Irfan (3/1/2016 11:35:00 AM)


    A poet lives in his poetry. His physical departure from the world need not be mourned for his spirit will live on in his poetry. The relationship between a poet n his poems is an eternal one. It's such a beautiful poem that it deserves many reads. A work of rich imagination. A well-crafted poem with layers of meanings. (Report) Reply

    Daniel Brick Daniel Brick (3/1/2016 1:58:00 PM)

    Thank you, Nosheen, for your appreciation of my poem in the context of Poetry Itself. I enjoyed writing this poem, it almost wrote itself. However, it was inspired by belonging to the community of poets that make up POEMHUNTER. Isn't it wonderful to be a part of such a visionary company? !

  • Ernest Makuakua (1/29/2016 4:57:00 AM)


    the open arch. Sonnet XIV paused.
    'You see, he is not dead. He
    lives in all of us. We are his
    life eternal.' Then he too
    disappeared within, as did
    every poem, quietly entering

    beautiful piece
    (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (1/15/2016 10:57:00 PM)


    'His poems refuse
    to mourn his passing, they
    detach themselves'

    wonderful lines to begin a poem which interesting twists turns until suddenly a masterpieces is written with joy and fun had with the writing, stunning creativity Daniel.
    (Report) Reply

  • (12/6/2015 8:07:00 PM)


    Very creative piece of work. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/3/2015 5:04:00 AM)


    Murmurs! ! With the muse of a poet. Nice work. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Amrod (11/26/2015 12:27:00 PM)


    Hi Daniel, Your piece is fanscinating. The core idea of the piece almost invites the phrases to appear. Very imaginative. I am totally busy trying putting together a Christmas concert. I would love to return to your wonderful material, Thanks for sharing, Paul (Report) Reply

  • (11/24/2015 2:27:00 PM)


    An extraordinary piece of work. It held me from the beginning and kissed me farewell at the end. Wonderful... (Report) Reply

  • Pamela Sinicrope (10/27/2015 4:42:00 PM)


    Oh WOW! I guess I never read PH's proclaimed, Best poem of Daniel Brick! This is a poet's poem, and educational poem (for those wanting to learn about genres of poetry) , a philosophical poem (for those interested in the fate of the soul, especially when it is broken into pieces) , a religious poem (for those who wonder what happens when we die...is there a heaven? Who/what comes with us? ...) ...But mostly, this is a creatively crafted and fun experimental poem which personifies all 158 and maybe plus some poems of the late (thank GOD that's imagined too) Daniel Brick. What would the world look like if our poems were truly alive? Maybe they are already truly alive? The stanza before the procession happens I really loved....It was dusk but no shadows
    obscured the outlines of trees,
    bushes and flower patches. The sun
    had withdrawn, but left behind was
    a spiritual glow, suffusing all
    with yellow-gold, an unasked for grace

    welcomed nonetheless for beauty's sake.

    Thanks for sharing your lovely poem Daniel!
    (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/14/2015 12:15:00 PM)


    Another exceptional poem on poet's life after death, his writing is immortal in many ways as it keeps inspiring generations to follow after him...Full marks and Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

  • (9/16/2015 3:37:00 PM)


    Such a delightful poem. This assembly of poem to honor their creator... enjoyed their conversation and tribute every time I read it. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Tan Pratonix (9/11/2015 9:59:00 PM)


    Superb. Fantastic imagination. I really enjoyed it. So glad to read such great writing. Cheers.10! (Report) Reply

  • .., Rahman .., Henry (9/4/2015 4:10:00 PM)


    Beautiful poem. I'm charmed with the presenting style.

    Really,
    'He's done this before,
    searching for a better place to live.'
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 7, 2014



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