The Sundays Of Satin-Legs Smith (Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks Poems)
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
From the first it had been like aBallad. It had the beat inevitable. It had the blood.A wildness cut up, ...
Ugliest little boythat everyone ever saw.That is what everyone said.Even to his mother it was apparent-when the blue-aproned nurse came ...
IAS SEEN BY DISCIPLINESThere they are.Thirty at the corner.Black, raw, ready.Sores in the citythat do not want to heal.IITHE LEADERSJeff. ...
My way is from woe to wonder.A Black boy near Johannesburg, hot in the Hot Time.Those people do not like ...
Black love, provide the adequate electricfor what is lapsed and lenient in us now.Rouse us from blur. Call us.Call adequately the ...
-And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,And most especially when you have forgotten ...
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, ...
To Marc Crawfordfrom whom the commissioinWhose broken window is a cry of art(success, that winks awareas elegance, as a treasonable ...
of the furiousWho take Today and jerk it out of jointhave made new underpinnings and a Head.Blacktime is time for ...
...and guys I knew in the States, youngofficers, return from the front crying andtrembling. Gay chaps at the bar in LosAngeles, ...
you did not know you were AfrikaWhen you set out for Afrikayou did not know you were going.Becauseyou did not ...
I've stayed in the front yard all my life.I want a peek at the backWhere it's rough and untended and ...
At home we pray every morning, weget down on our knees in a circle,holding hands, holding Love,and we sing hallelujah.Then ...
He was born in Alabama.He was bred in Illinois.He was nothing but aPlain black boy.Swing low swing low sweet sweet ...
We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,Grayed in, and gray. "Dream" makes a giddy sound, not strongLike ...
What do you think of us in fuzzy endeavor, you whose directions aresterling, whose lunge is straight?Can you make a ...
Being you, you cut your poetry from wood.The boiling of an egg is heavy art.You come upon it as an ...
Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?They took my lover's tallness off to war,Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guessWhat I ...
Today I learned the coora flowergrows high in the mountains of Itty-go-luba B(Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks)
What shall I give my children? who are poor,Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land,Who are my sweetest lepers, ...
They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair,Dinner is a casual affair.Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,Tin flatware.Two ...
My Father, it is surely a blue place,And Straight. Right. Regular. Where I shall findNo need for scholarly nonchalance or ...
Mrs. Coley's three-flat brickIsn't here any more.All done with seeing her fat little formBurst out of the basement door;And with ...
But in the crowding darkness not a word did they say.Though the pretty-coated birds had piped so lightly all the ...
(after the murder, after the burial)Emmett's mother is a pretty-faced thing; the tint of pulled taffy.She sits in a red room, drinking black ...
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 ...
If Mary came would MaryForgive, as Mothers may,and sad and second SaviourFurnish us today?She would not shake her head and ...
There is a little lightning in his eyes.Iron at the mouth.His brows ride neither too far up nor down.He is ...
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