Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes

What do you think of us in fuzzy endeavor, you whose directions are sterling, whose lunge is straight? Can you make a reason, how can you pardon us who memorize the rules and never score?
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Garbageman: the man with the orderly mind."
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And shall I prime my children, pray, to pray?
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The children of the poor," 3.
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Is light enough when this bewilderment crying against the dark shuts down the shades? Dilute confusion. Find and explode our mist.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Garbageman: the man with the orderly mind."
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First fight. Then fiddle.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The Children of the Poor," 4.
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We knew how to order. Just the dash Necessary. The length of gaiety in good taste.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Gay chaps at the bar."
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Carry hate In front of you and harmony behind. Be deaf to music and to beauty blind. Win war. Rise bloody, maybe not too late For having first to civilize a space Wherein to play your violin with grace.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The children of the poor," 4.
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No stout Lesson showed how to chat with death. We brought No brass fortissimo, among our talents, To holler down the lions in this air.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Gay chaps at the bar."
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... The festival-colored brightness That is their motion ...
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The children of the poor," 5.
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You have no word for soldiers to enjoy The feel of, as an apple, and to chew With masculine satisfaction. Not "good-by!" "Come back!"or "careful!" Look, and let him go.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), African American poet and fiction writer. "Gay Chaps at the Bar: looking," lines 1-4 (1945).
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Cold an old predicament of the breath: Adroit, the shapely prefaces complete, Accept the university of death.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The children of the poor," 5.
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