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The Bean Eaters
(7 June 1917 – 3 December 2000 / Topeka, Kansas)

The Bean Eaters

Poem By Gwendolyn Brooks

They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair.
Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,
Tin flatware.

Two who are Mostly Good.
Two who have lived their day,
But keep on putting on their clothes
And putting things away.

And remembering . . .
Remembering, with twinklings and twinges,
As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that
is full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths,
tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes.

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The greatest poem to date
I like this poem and I like this poet. I found a cd one hour long from my public library and it was wonderful. What a wonderful voice and the poems seem so simple and enduring. Thank you.
I love this poem I know some people just like this! ! ! They are homely and happy the way they are. Beans are there favorite meal too! ! How fun! ! ! just enjoying your poetry Phebe
Poetry from the heart that touches the heart. What greater? Love you, GB.


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