Daniel Brick

Gold Star - 79,540 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
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had withdrawn, but left behind was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 -


Topic(s) of this poem: Poetry

Comments about After The Poet's Death by Daniel Brick

  • Ursula Jacobs (3/31/2018 10:43:00 PM)

    'An unasked for grace, welcomed nonetheless for beauty's sake'. I felt that in my tummy... lovely. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/15/2018 1:17:00 AM)

    Can a poet really die, he lives with his verse, his air will be felt till world breaths.beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Jez Brul (2/12/2018 7:10:00 PM)

    Yes its true, a poet is eternal...will always live in perpetuity... (Report) Reply

    (2/13/2018 1:43:00 AM)

    Thanks much, Jez. I saw this poem as written for ALL OF US POETS at PH, and that includes you too. Because you display a deep sense of poetry's wonder and value.

  • Bharati Nayak (12/15/2017 7:52:00 AM)

    His poems refuse
    to mourn his passing,
    - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    '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.'- - - - - - How you love your poems and how your soul lives in them - - -Always in search of a new and beautiful address.Amazing! ! I always wish to write a poem like this.
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  • The Poet Poet (10/9/2017 6:02:00 PM)

    after our death we will be known more publishers will pbulish to collect manure and they now don't have to share it with anymore poets live as poor guys whilst they do publishers give them life promote their work then say he was a real poet sad unread when alive now on his name we make hm come alike honey wise...u r lucky o poet still alive all read you as you are worthy of your while (Report) Reply

  • Ed Nigma (8/12/2017 11:01:00 PM)

    I love how you pour your heart out Daniel! I really wish many others would! (Report) Reply

  • Baharak Barzin (6/13/2017 4:05:00 PM)

    Let me tell you what i love about most of your poems
    You tell a story but i do express feelings, you engage people to understand you and your life but i try to encourage people to ignore me and think deeply about themselves or the elements i express
    I love your poetry and i read them but im too fussy or conservative to leave a comment that might be wrong
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  • Rini Jerry (5/27/2017 11:02:00 AM)

    Well written..amazing
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    Daniel Brick (5/27/2017 11:29:00 AM)

    Thanks much, Rini. This was my breakthrough poem, the one that made realize that consistent writing of poems will - sooner or later- make you a poet. And I still reread it. Good luck to you in writing your BREAKTHROUGH POEM - sooner or later! !

  • Flower Navarre (5/9/2017 10:10:00 PM)

    Ohhh! ! ! ! ! Brought A Giggle And A Smile! ! ! ! ! This Is Just (Beyond) Wonderful! ! ! ! !
    Ever So Very Clever! ! ! ! ! You Had Me Holding Onto Every Word! ! ! ! ! (Brilliant! ! ! ! !)
    Thank You So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! 10S! ! ! ! ! ! + 10S! ! ! ! ! + 10S! ! ! ! ! +
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  • Rebecca Lyle (4/1/2017 4:12:00 PM)

    excellent writing, very well. (Report) Reply

  • (3/6/2017 4:19:00 AM)

    Daniel, as I get a little older, my memory is starting to fade a little. But I do remember having read one of your poems. It was one of the most beautiful love poems that I had ever read. Both the poem and the poet had really impressed me. The problem was that I couldn't remember either. I decided to try an experiment. And it worked! I've found you and your poetry, once again. Just as in this exquisitely written poem, you are being remembered. Even by those with a memory like mine. All of your poems are forming a full circle. And with voices of angels, and instruments of the gods, a symphony is in the works. For a great poet! (Report) Reply

    Daniel Brick (8/12/2017 11:17:00 PM)

    THIS IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL COMMENT. I am really pleased by your observation my poems come
    full circle. That is a wonderful metaphor of fulfillment.

  • Norah Tunney (2/19/2017 7:01:00 PM)

    the poet passes but his being lives on in the heart of the reader,
    the spirit of dead poets oozing through their blood. I love the image of the poems taking on a life of their own and floating freely in the summer air. Wonderful poem
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    Daniel Brick (2/19/2017 7:40:00 PM)

    Thanks for your appreciation and understanding of my poem. It was my breakthrough; poem here at Poemhunter. I never named or described the poet who died. I want readers to choose their own identity for him. My choice would be a poet like William Stafford, a humble man and a great poet,
    a good man whose poetry was imbued with moral purpose.

  • Bill Cantrell (2/3/2017 2:42:00 PM)

    Wonderful, very well written! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Laurie Van Der Hart (12/21/2016 1:28:00 AM)

    What a lovely idea to have the poems come alive and talk! I enjoyed this epic very much, Daniel. I think it resonates with all poets, as is clear from the many comments. Are you familiar with the Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska? She has a conversation with a poem in An Idea (not on PH) , but you may also like Some like poetry and others. (Report) Reply

  • Ellias Anderson Jr. (12/19/2016 2:59:00 PM)

    Truly amazing
    Dear Daniel, i am truly speechless...i always feel like the poems, writings and anything that comes out of our mind are the things that make us live for ever....Shakespeare believed that his sonnets can make their subjects immortalized through the passage of time...
    : D i enjoyed reading your poem, thanks! !
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    Daniel Brick (12/19/2016 3:47:00 PM)

    Thanks for your enthusiasm toward my AFTER THE POET'S DEATH. It's one of my favorites too, and it makes me very happy another reader discovers it. You are certainly involved in many of the arts, that's astonishing to be so verstile

  • Alisha Castle (12/3/2016 9:02:00 AM)

    Dear Daniel
    Was just reading your poetry. I find it really sad and Well described. (Report) Reply

    Daniel Brick (2/19/2017 7:47:00 PM)

    Alisha I'm just saw your comment tonight. I appreciate you appreciate the effort I make to make my poems literary and, well, poetic and not prosaic. As for you hunch that my poems are imbued with sadness. It may be so; I have a reflective nature. My twin sister who of course has known me nine months longer than anyone possibly could know me, she thinks they're sad.

  • (11/28/2016 1:19:00 PM)

    Our children can inherit our physical characteristics but only our brain children (poems, stories, scribbles, etc) inherit our souls. We may never be forgotten through our children and their children's children but we live eternally only through our brain children. In short, I love everything about this poem. It is fantastic and Brilliant! Just like the poet! Anthropomorphism at its best! 10+++ (Report) Reply

  • Kathy Van Kurin (10/13/2016 1:41:00 PM)

    Daniel Brick,
    Hmm. This was a very lovely writing. The full soul of the writer is left to witness his passing amidst his poetry? Anyway I got a wonderful lesson of names of poetry types. I do not really know what the difference is between them. I have three poems to my name here on poem-hunter. I would be interested to heart what the story was behind this one. blessings to you sir....................................Kathy
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  • (9/12/2016 11:33:00 AM)

    Thanks for sharing Daniel. Smooth reading! ! ! (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

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 7, 2014

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