Daniel Brick

Gold Star - 70,045 Points [none] (June 10,1947 / St. Paul MN)

Daniel Brick Poems

401. The Final Premonitions 11/11/2014
402. Still I Slept 3/25/2014
403. A Few Second Thoughts 9/5/2016
404. Moving Into The House Late Winter,1985 2/7/2015
405. Winter Becoming Spring For Fabrizio Marc 2016 3/30/2016
406. A Promise Fulfilled 8/29/2016
407. Dark Soul, Collapsing Mind 6/29/2017
408. Snail Talk For Rosemary 7/23/2014
409. Washing The Baby 2/21/2014
410. Du Fu Visits Anne Yun 10/30/2016
411. Saying Farewell 11/18/2016
412. Daedalus Reveals His Secrets 3/15/2015
413. A Place To Drop It 8/28/2015
414. A Love Poem In Extremis 3/2/2016
415. A Daughter Remembers 5/5/2016
416. Snowfall In The Night For Fabrizio Frosini 1/19/2015
417. The Two Journeyers 3/5/2016
418. Song: Approaching Spring 2/27/2015
419. Lending My Voice For Paul 12/15/2014
420. The Alone-Child, Age Eight 3/21/2015
421. Earth Music 3/25/2014
422. The Occasional Traveler 1/19/2015
423. How It Went 9/29/2016
424. Half-Turned Pages A Love Poem 5/6/2014
425. A Poetic Reverie Inspired By Music, Part Two 10/12/2016
426. Open Heart 8/31/2014
427. Late Reading 10/14/2015
428. A Degree Of Intensity 12/26/2014
429. The Other Daniel 11/14/2014
430. Walking Through Autumn 9/24/2014
431. Four Taoist Poems 1/10/2014
432. The Abandoned Poem 2/14/2014
433. After The Poet's Death 8/7/2014
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 ...

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An Incident

At the gates of paradise
the caretaker
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.

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