Daniel Brick Poems

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On a wide plateau an immense field
spreads out its welcome. Cottonwoods
rim te park on two sides, eagles
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A Fantasy for Pam

You are here in your house
with your sons and your husband
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You won't find me puffed-up
with a false glory,
like a simple flag pretending
to be a banner of glory,
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Who speaks for the Earth?
Carl Sagan

Let's divide the world between us
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I live a modest life, I shun
displays of opinion or pride,
give the last word to others
to cinch our accord, or mark
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A Fantasy

Are you surprised to see me? You should -
not be. I have been in your vicinity often,
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In Memory of Kathleen Raine

When I stretched out my right hand
to touch your face, mysteriously present,
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The first time I said, "I love you, "
the words were fresh and pure, and I spoke
the simple truth, and you said simply, "Likewise."
Our world was so small: just a couple of
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The painter is silent,
half-hidden behind her easel.
Above her the bonsai speaks
in a delicate dialect of branches
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In the house of many rooms
someone sleeps.
Someone can be anyone,
so the sleeper is you.
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