Gwendolyn Brooks Poems (17 Poems)
The Children of the Poor (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
1 People 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 bitten and bewarredThey perish purely, waving their … Continue reading
Primer For Blacks (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
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 be white.”The conscious shoutof the slack in Black is‘It’s Great to be white.’Thus … Continue reading
Riot (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
A riot is the language of the unheard.-martin luther king John Cabot, out of Wilma, once a Wycliffe,all whitebluerose below his golden hair,wrapped richly in right linen and right wool,almost forgot his Jaguar and Lake Bluff;almost forgot Grandtully (which is … Continue reading
A Penitent Considers Another Coming of Mary (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
For Reverend Theodore Richardson If Mary came would MaryForgive, as Mothers may,And sad and second SaviourFurnish us today? She would not shake her head and leaveThis military air,But ratify a modern hay,And put her Baby there. Mary would not punish … Continue reading
Mayor Harold Washington (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
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 senior adventure. (Gwendolyn Brooks)
The Independent Man (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
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 twirl … Continue reading
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
A Sunset of the City (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
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 somewhat polite And night is … Continue reading
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