Daniel Brick

Gold Star - 74,945 Points [none] (June 10,1947 / St. Paul MN)

Daniel Brick Poems

441. Who Said This? 1/17/2016
442. A Man Alone 1/26/2016
443. The New Masters 3/19/2016
444. What Is Gained Through Loss 11/25/2016
445. An Analysis Of Modern Marriage 9/6/2017
446. September Comes 1/6/2014
447. An Unexpected Meeting Framed By Two Solitudes 11/3/2014
448. The One True Dream 5/13/2014
449. Repose And Aggression 10/28/2014
450. I Knew A Woman Once... 4/25/2016
451. A Lunar New Year Poem For Cigeng 2016 2/8/2016
452. Hidden In Possibility 4/6/2016
453. Two Poets In A Garden 12/27/2017
454. Wintering 1/3/2018
455. Daedalus In The Labyrinth 1/6/2014
456. Between Them 11/24/2016
457. Rejoice With Me! 2/23/2017
458. The Final Premonitions 11/11/2014
459. Still I Slept 3/25/2014
460. A Few Second Thoughts 9/5/2016
461. Moving Into The House Late Winter,1985 2/7/2015
462. Winter Becoming Spring For Fabrizio Marc 2016 3/30/2016
463. A Promise Fulfilled 8/29/2016
464. Dark Soul, Collapsing Mind 6/29/2017
465. Snail Talk For Rosemary 7/23/2014
466. Washing The Baby 2/21/2014
467. Du Fu Visits Anne Yun 10/30/2016
468. Saying Farewell 11/18/2016
469. Daedalus Reveals His Secrets 3/15/2015
470. A Place To Drop It 8/28/2015
471. A Love Poem In Extremis 3/2/2016
472. A Daughter Remembers 5/5/2016
473. Snowfall In The Night For Fabrizio Frosini 1/19/2015
474. The Two Journeyers 3/5/2016
475. Song: Approaching Spring 2/27/2015
476. The Alone-Child, Age Eight 3/21/2015
477. Earth Music 3/25/2014
478. The Occasional Traveler 1/19/2015
479. Lending My Voice For Paul 12/15/2014
480. A Poetic Reverie Inspired By Music, Part Two 10/12/2016

Comments about Daniel Brick

  • Frank Avon (10/27/2014 2:10:00 PM)

    Just to add to my comment below: I have now read several more of Daniel Brick's work. They are consistently of high quality, reminding me of my favorite living poet, Wendell Berry - simple yet elegant, accessible yet eloquent.

    By the way, what a great name for a poet: Daniel Brick. It must be a pseudonym - chosen perfectly. To be born with such a name would be a blessing indeed. Maybe I'll do one of my found poems sooner or later, using names of some of my favorite poets from PH.

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  • Abekah Emmanuel Abekah Emmanuel (9/4/2014 12:44:00 AM)

    Hello Daniel,
    Let me seize the day and pour my few words on your page. I have keenly been following your poems and your comments about others too. There is simply no denying the fact that you are a star. Your pen brings joy and ignites passion in all your readers. You are doing a good job. Keep it up! Let me also invite you to my page while you glance through my works.Thank you great poet.

  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/7/2014 6:54:00 AM)

    nice poems. you are great in showing feels.that shows a good improvement. i invite you to read my poems at my poets page. that is a friendly invitation

  • Nika Mcguin Nika Mcguin (3/24/2014 5:04:00 PM)

    The angelic poet himself! ~ There is such great variety in his work that I could hardly catalog it all. His great insight about art, angels, existence, etc can all be found in his poetry. Also I've never seen a poet more well rounded in appreciation for other artists and poets(famous or not.) Also I'd like to give thanks for always commenting on my poems and being one of my best PH friends. Though there's no way I could bottle up all of my gratitude in one comment, this is my clumsy attempt lol.


Best Poem of Daniel Brick

After The Poet's Death

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 ...

Read the full of After The Poet's Death

Between Stone And Stars

Walking down Summit Avenue, I saw
the smooth stones and Romanesque arch
of St. Luke's Church, long ago my family's parish.
Inside a solitary parishioner knelt
in the last pew, clutching his rosary,
reciting 'Hail Marys' in a monotone.
My appearance hushed his prayer.
Then and there total silence
always poised within pale brown stones

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