Gwendolyn Brooks Poems on Home (5 Poems)

The Lovers of the Poor (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)

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 mercy and murder hinting Here, there, interrupting, all deep and debonair, … Continue reading →

My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)

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 … Continue reading →

Sadie and Maud (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)

Maud went to college. Sadie stayed home. Sadie scraped life With a fine toothed comb. She didn’t leave a tangle in Her comb found every strand. Sadie was one of the livingest chicks In all the land. Sadie bore two … Continue reading →

One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)

One wants a teller in a time like this One’s not a man, one’s not a woman grown To bear enormous business all alone. One cannot walk this winding street with pride Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed, Knowing one knows for sure the … Continue reading →

The Ballad of Rudolph Reed (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)

Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened as they grew. “I am not hungry for berries. I am not hungry for bread. But hungry hungry for a … Continue reading →