Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes

In Little Rock the people bear Babes, and comb and part their hair And watch the want ads, put repair To roof and latch.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The Chicago Defender Sends a Man to Little Rock."
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Nothing and nothing could stop Mississippi.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Bronzeville Mother Loiters in Mississippi. Meanwhile, a Mississippi Mother Burns Bacon."
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The biggest News I do not dare Telegraph to the Editor's chair: "They are like people everywhere."
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The Chicago Defender Sends a Man to Little Rock."
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She saw all things except herself serene: Child, big black woman, pretty kitchen towels.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Bronzeville Woman in a Red Hat."
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And true, they are hurling spittle, rock, Garbage and fruit in Little Rock. And I saw coiling storm a-writhe On bright madonnas. And a scythe Of men harassing brownish girls.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The Chicago Defender Sends a Man to Little Rock."
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Child with continuing cling issued his No in final fire, Kissed back the colored maid, Not wise enough to freeze or be afraid. Conscious of kindness, easy creature bond. Love had been handy and rapid to respond.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Bronzeville Woman in a Red Hat."
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I saw a bleeding brownish boy. . . . The lariat lynch-wish I deplored. The loveliest lynchee was our Lord.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The Chicago Defender Sends a Man to Little Rock."
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Her creamy child kissed by the black maid! square on the mouth!
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Bronzeville Woman in a Red Hat."
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