Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes

Young, and so thin, and so straight. So straight! as if nothing could ever bend her. But poor men would bend her, and doing things with poor men, Being much in bed, and babies would bend her over, And the rest of things in life that were for poor women, Coming to them grinning and pretty with intent to bend and to kill.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Jessie Mitchell's Mother."
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People are so in need, in need of help. People want so much that they do not know.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith."
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We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan, Grayed in, and gray. "Dream" makes a giddy sound, not strong Like "rent," "feeding a wife," "satisfying a man."
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), African American poet and fiction writer. "Kitchenette building," lines 1-3 (1945). A Chicago native, Brooks wrote about African American inner- city neighborhoods.
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Life must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith."
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Remedial fears. Muscular tears.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Langston Hughes."
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But you forget, or did you ever know, His heritage of cabbage and pigtails, Old intimacy with alleys, garbage pails, Down in the deep (but always beautiful) South....
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith."
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In the breath Of the holocaust he Is helmsman, hatchet, headlight.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Langston Hughes."
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wonder-suits in yellow and in wine, Sarcastic green and zebra-striped cobalt. With shoulder padding that is wide And cocky and determined as his pride....
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith."
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... is merry glory. Is saltatory. Yet he grips his right of twisting free.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Langston Hughes."
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Her body is a honey bowl Whose waiting honey is deep and hot. Her body is like summer earth, Receptive, soft, and absolute . . .
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith."
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