Gwendolyn Brooks
To Be In Love by Gwendolyn Brooks

To Be In Love by Gwendolyn Brooks

To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look at things Through his eyes. A cardinal is red. A sky is blue. Suddenly you ...

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The Mother by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Mother by Gwendolyn Brooks

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that ...

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My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell by Gwendolyn Brooks

My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell by Gwendolyn Brooks

I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, and each latch and lid I bid, Be firm till I return from hell. I am very hungry. I am ...

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The Crazy Woman by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Crazy Woman by Gwendolyn Brooks

I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I'll wait until November And sing a song of gray. I'll wait until November That is the time for me. I'll go out in the ...

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To The Diaspora by Gwendolyn Brooks

To The Diaspora by Gwendolyn Brooks

you did not know you were AfrikaWhen you set out for Afrikayou did not know you were going.Becauseyou did not know you were Afrika.You did not know the Black continentthat had to ...

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A Sunset Of The City by Gwendolyn Brooks

A Sunset Of The City by Gwendolyn Brooks

Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls,Are gone from the house.My husband and lovers are pleasant or ...

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We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks

We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel.We real cool. WeLeft school. WeLurk late. WeStrike straight. WeSing sin. WeThin gin. WeJazz June. WeDie soon.

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Speech To The Young : Speech To The Progress-Toward by Gwendolyn Brooks

Speech To The Young : Speech To The Progress-Toward by Gwendolyn Brooks

Say to them,say to the down-keepers,the sun-slappers,the self-soilers,the harmony-hushers,"even if you are not ready for dayit cannot always be night."You will be right.For that ...

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Sadie And Maud by Gwendolyn Brooks

Sadie And Maud by Gwendolyn Brooks

Maud went to college.Sadie stayed home.Sadie scraped lifeWith a fine toothed comb.She didn't leave a tangle inHer comb found every strand.Sadie was one of the livingest chicksIn ...

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When You Have Forgotten Sunday: The Love Story by Gwendolyn Brooks

When You Have Forgotten Sunday: The Love Story by Gwendolyn Brooks

—And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,And most especially when you have forgotten Sunday—When you have forgotten Sunday halves in bed,Or ...

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A Penitent Considers Another Coming Of Mary by Gwendolyn Brooks

A Penitent Considers Another Coming Of Mary by Gwendolyn Brooks

For Reverend Theodore RichardsonIf Mary came would Mary Forgive, as Mothers may, And sad and second Saviour Furnish us today?She would not shake her head and leave This ...

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Truth by Gwendolyn Brooks

Truth by Gwendolyn Brooks

And if sun comesHow shall we greet him?Shall we not dread him,Shall we not fear himAfter so lengthy aSession with shade? Though we have wept for him,Though we have prayedAll ...

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Garbageman: The Man With The Orderly Mind by Gwendolyn Brooks

Garbageman: The Man With The Orderly Mind by Gwendolyn Brooks

What do you think of us in fuzzy endeavor, you whose directions aresterling, whose lunge is straight?Can you make a reason, how can you pardon us who memorize the rules and never ...

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The Sonnet-Ballad by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Sonnet-Ballad by Gwendolyn Brooks

Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?They took my lover's tallness off to war,Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guessWhat I can use an empty heart-cup for.He won't be coming back ...

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The Independent Man by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Independent Man by Gwendolyn Brooks

Now who could take you off to tiny life In one room or in two rooms or in three And cork you smartly, like the flask of wine You are? Not any woman. Not a wife. You'd let her ...

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Boy Breaking Glass by Gwendolyn Brooks

Boy Breaking Glass by Gwendolyn Brooks

To Marc Crawford from whom the commissionWhose broken window is a cry of art (success, that winks awareas elegance, as a treasonable faith)is raw: is sonic: is old-eyed ...

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The Lovers Of The Poor by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Lovers Of The Poor by Gwendolyn Brooks

arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag Of proud, seamed faces with ...

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The Rites For Cousin Vit by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Rites For Cousin Vit by Gwendolyn Brooks

Carried her unprotesting out the door.Kicked back the casket-stand. But it can't hold her,That stuff and satin aiming to enfold her,The lid's contrition nor the bolts before.Oh ...

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Kitchenette Building by Gwendolyn Brooks

Kitchenette Building by Gwendolyn Brooks

We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan, Grayed in, and gray. "Dream" mate, a giddy sound, not strong Like "rent", "feeding a wife", "satisfying a man". But could a ...

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The Good Man by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Good Man by Gwendolyn Brooks

The good man.He is still enhancer, renouncer.In the time of detachment,in the time of the vivid heather and affectionate evil,in the time of oralgrave grave legalities of hate - ...

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The Ballad Of Rudolph Reed by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Ballad Of Rudolph Reed by Gwendolyn Brooks

Rudolph Reed was oaken.His wife was oaken too.And his two good girls and his good little manOakened as they grew."I am not hungry for berries.I am not hungry for bread.But hungry ...

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The Sermon On The Warpland by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Sermon On The Warpland by Gwendolyn Brooks

“The fact that we are black is our ultimate reality.” —Ron Karenga And several strengths from drowsiness campaignedbut spoke in Single Sermon on the warpland.And went about the ...

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A Bronzeville Mother Loiters In Mississippi. Meanwhile, A Mississippi Mother Burns Bacon by Gwendolyn Brooks

A Bronzeville Mother Loiters In Mississippi. Meanwhile, A Mississippi Mother Burns Bacon by Gwendolyn Brooks

From the first it had been like aBallad. It had the beat inevitable. It had the blood.A wildness cut up, and tied in little bunches,Like the four-line stanzas of the ballads she ...

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The Children Of The Poor by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Children Of The Poor by Gwendolyn Brooks

1People who have no children can be hard:Attain a mail of ice and insolence:Need not pause in the fire, and in no senseHesitate in the hurricane to guard.And when wide world is ...

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The Bean Eaters by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Bean Eaters by Gwendolyn Brooks

They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.Dinner is a casual affair.Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood, Tin flatware.Two who are Mostly Good.Two who have lived their ...

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The Life Of Lincoln West by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Life Of Lincoln West by Gwendolyn Brooks

Ugliest little boythat everyone ever saw. That is what everyone said.Even to his mother it was apparent—when the blue-aproned nurse came into the northeast end of the ...

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A Song In The Front Yard by Gwendolyn Brooks

A Song In The Front Yard by Gwendolyn Brooks

I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.I want a peek at the backWhere it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows. A girl gets sick of a rose.I want to go in the back yard ...

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Tommy by Gwendolyn Brooks

Tommy by Gwendolyn Brooks

I put my seed into the groundAnd said, 'I'll watch it grow.'I watered it and cared for itAs well as I could know.One day I walked in my back yard,And oh. what did I see!My seed ...

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Mayor Harold Washington by Gwendolyn Brooks

Mayor Harold Washington by Gwendolyn Brooks

Mayor. Worldman. Historyman.Beyond steps that occur and close,your steps are echo-makers.You can never be forgotten.We begin our health.We enter the Age of Alliance.This is our ...

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Riot by Gwendolyn Brooks

Riot by Gwendolyn Brooks

A riot is the language of the unheard. —martin luther kingJohn Cabot, out of Wilma, once a Wycliffe,all whitebluerose below his golden hair,wrapped richly in right linen and ...

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Jessie Mitchell’s Mother by Gwendolyn Brooks

Jessie Mitchell’s Mother by Gwendolyn Brooks

Into her mother’s bedroom to wash the ballooning body. “My mother is jelly-hearted and she has a brain of jelly: Sweet, quiver-soft, irrelevant. Not essential.Only a habit ...

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The Blackstone Rangers by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Blackstone Rangers by Gwendolyn Brooks

IAS SEEN BY DISCIPLINESThere they are.Thirty at the corner. Black, raw, ready.Sores in the citythat do not want to heal.IITHE LEADERSJeff. Gene. Geronimo. And Bop.They cancel, ...

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Of De Witt Williams On His Way To Lincoln Cemetery by Gwendolyn Brooks

Of De Witt Williams On His Way To Lincoln Cemetery by Gwendolyn Brooks

He was born in Alabama. He was bred in Illinois. He was nothing but a Plain black boy.Swing low swing low sweet sweet chariot. Nothing but a plain black boy.Drive him past ...

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One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This by Gwendolyn Brooks

One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This by Gwendolyn Brooks

One wants a teller in a time like thisOne's not a man, one's not a woman grownTo bear enormous business all alone.One cannot walk this winding street with ...

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Primer For Blacks by Gwendolyn Brooks

Primer For Blacks by Gwendolyn Brooks

Blacknessis a title,is a preoccupation,is a commitment Blacksare to comprehend—and in which you areto perceive your Glory.The conscious shoutof all that is white is“It’s Great to ...

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The Sundays Of Satin-Legs Smith by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Sundays Of Satin-Legs Smith by Gwendolyn Brooks

Inamoratas, with an approbation, Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat Tawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine this morning. ...

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Young Afrikans by Gwendolyn Brooks

Young Afrikans by Gwendolyn Brooks

of the furiousWho take Today and jerk it out of joint have made new underpinnings and a Head. Blacktime is time for chimefulpoemhoodbut they decree ajagged chiming now.If ...

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Of Robert Frost by Gwendolyn Brooks

Of Robert Frost by Gwendolyn Brooks

There is a little lightning in his eyes. Iron at the mouth.His brows ride neither too far up nor down.He is splendid. With a place to stand.Some glowing in the common blood. ...

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The Vacant Lot by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Vacant Lot by Gwendolyn Brooks

Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brickIsn’t here any more.All done with seeing her fat little form Burst out of the basement door;And with seeing her African son-in-law (Rightful heir ...

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