Daniel Brick

Gold Star - 64,175 Points (June 10,1947 / St. Paul MN)

Between Tucson And Phoenix - Poem by Daniel Brick

Saguaros have rested
for two hundred years
on the slopes of Pinnacle Peak
before continuing their ascent.
A few on the ridge wait for the others.
The nearby peaks darken their mirrors
to show the clouds
the shape of their beauty.
White rocks bleach
the air we breathe this morning.
Green hearts cluster
beneath blue metallic suns.

Topic(s) of this poem: narrative

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem in 2004 during a wonderful vacation in Arizona. I loved that landscape the moment I disembarked from the plane, saw my first saguaro in an enclosure by the airport building and breathed that dry heat of the Southwest. In Minnesota the summer heat is oppressively heavy because of, I guess, moisture, so the heat I was feeling in Arizona was a blessing. I loved it! An aged Indian man at the Ranger Station in a Tucson park told me the saguaros are the Indians' ancestors, keeping watch. I believe it. Their antiquity is humbling. I was obsessively reading Garcia Lorca on this trip, and I was much taken by his ability to create METAPHORS, that take the fusion of images to amazing heights. That's what I was trying to do in this poem. It's actually a very realistic poem, based on close observation of
the landscape. It's only the metaphorical language that makes it strange.

Comments about Between Tucson And Phoenix by Daniel Brick

  • Seamus O' Brian (12/3/2016 2:54:00 PM)

    The stirring evocation of imagery you have created in my mind of these quietly magnificent marvels of life echoes long after the final line. It carries me back to my younger years in the service, traveling back and forth between Texas and California, through the deep silence of the high desert under the blazing eye of the sun, and the bright canopy of the stars. A truly beautiful portrait, and a solemnly noble tribute. Daniel. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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  • Liza Sudina (11/18/2015 3:31:00 AM)

    the saguaros are the Indians' ancestors - Daniil Andreev also says that trees have their souls and special worlds,
    In Saint- Petersburg the summer heat is also oppressively heavy because of, I guess, moisture. But we HAVE t othink that it is a blessing also. Was here Saint John who was really blessed and in such climate too!
    I also love METAPHORS - they are the main thing in poetry as swing in Jazz. Brodsky is greatly rich in METAPHORS.
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  • Nika Mcguin (4/30/2014 2:46:00 PM)

    I had to research a little for this, because I never knew that particular cactus name. Also I'd never heard of Pinnacle Peak. After that though, I read it again and I must say you've painted a beautiful scene here. In fact if I went there, I don't know if the actual scene would measure up to your description of it lol.

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  • Diane Hine (4/22/2014 10:38:00 PM)

    You've captured the quiet grandeur of the landscape perfectly. The patient saguaros; the white rocks bleaching the air - brilliant images. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 20, 2014

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