Biography of Daniel Brick
I was born in the late 1940s which makes me one of the BABY-BOOMERS. But we could also have been called PEACE-BABIES, because that's why so many of our parents wanted
to start families - a horrendous war had ended in total victory and the Great Depression had been replaced by the New Prosperity. My parents, from lower middle backgrounds, benefited from this prosperity and were truly grateful to God and Country. But peace did not last. Ultimately, the war-mongers of the century can always find a reason for violence, and I include our nation, almost continually fighting a war somewhere, in this criticism. I'm not talking about valid or invalid reasons for war but rather the brutal FACT OF WAR... I was introduced to poetry in grade school by several gifted seniors who volunteered to come to my grade school and recite poetry for us. I still remember I enjoyed them greatly but some of my peers mocked them. Then, as a junior in high school, I had a charismatic English teacher, Mr. Kurtz, who not only taught me how to read and interpret poetry but how to appreciate it. I became a lover of poetry at age 16.
Daniel Brick's Works:
NONE A note about this issue of publishing. I would give strong encouragement to anyone wanting to publish THEIR poems. I did work as the editor for a friend's poems about his experiences in the Vietnam War, moving tragic, poems, heightened by his love for the Vietnamese. I myself am fulfilled by posting my poems here at POEMHUNTER for a group of readers I know and admire. We share our poems with each other every week.
- Aspects Of Light -new-
- The Gradual Brightening -new-
- Daniel Brickselected Poems 2003-2018 -new-
- Reversals -new-
- Summer Highlands -new-
- There Is Somethng
- The Population Of The Earth,2018
- In Sleep...
- After Watching "The Weeping Meadow&...
- A Poem About The Poet's Role In The Comi...
- Dionysos At Large (*)
- Dear To Me
- On An Ordinary Tuesday
Daniel Brick Poems
After The Poet's Death
His poems refuse to mourn his passing, they detach themselves from books, magazines, wall hangings
Song: Approaching Spring
To the sound of a deep melody like the ancient circuit of the sea, wise CHILD with summer's blood in your veins here, in this cold northern country,
Daedalus Reveals His Secrets
His Pride I have scattered pieces of myself in every land I have stopped. Sometimes elaborate toys pleasing to a child, or
The Alone-Child, Age Eight
Squeaky wheels, squeaky wheels, the tricycle inches forward toward the white house with white pillars. Squeaky wheels, squeaky wheels,
A lone wolf howls into the night. Five wolves hear his cry and venture across the dark ground.
Two Letter Poems In Spring
I Warm friends and zither songs already linked our pleasures
Daedalus In The Labyrinth
The Labyrinth looks deep into its mirrors. It knows seeing is the fundamental work
The Occasional Traveler
This is a poem of male roads. It starts with an ordinary road made up of daily traffic plus the occasional traveler impulsively joining
Snowfall In The Night For Fabrizio Fros...
The snow had just begun to fall, thick snowflakes falling past the restaurant window, when you whispered, leaning forward,
The One True Dream
I was sitting under an oak tree in a vast, trackless forest, alone, until I saw a hooded figure stride passed me. I said, 'Are you, too,
Walking Through Autumn
September Powerlines along my path bristled with electric fire, scorching
Moving Into The House Late Winter,1985
Day heaves darkness out of sight. The trees remaining on this ordinary street seem scattered, haphazard. Disease has claimed so many of them.
I We delighted in the sweetness of grass. We rejoiced in the fragrance of rain. We sought only readiness in sleep.
The Eclipse (1975)
I remember that hot July night we sat huddled on the highest hill in West St. Paul, pulling blankets tight against the relentless assault
At the gates of paradise
put down his flaming sword.
The flames scorched the grass
before the moist red soil
snuffed them out.
The caretaker was weary
of guarding the gates
of a place no one knew of.