Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes

Coherent Counsel! Good man. Require of us our terribly excluded blue. Constrain, repair a ripped, revolted land. Put hand in hand land over. Reprove the abler droughts and manias of the day and a felicity entreat. Love. Complete your pledges, reinforce your aides, renew stance, testament.

Gwendolyn Brooks

The good man. He is still enhancer, renouncer. In the time of detachment, in the time of the vivid heather and affectionate evil, in the time of oral grave grave legalities of hate - all real walks our prime registered reproach and seal. Our successful moral. The good man.

Gwendolyn Brooks

Small Mabel whimpered all night long, For calling herself the cause. Her oak-eyed mother did no thing But change the bloody gauze.

Gwendolyn Brooks

The first night, a rock, big as two fists. The second, a rock big as three. But nary a curse cursed Rudolph Reed. (Though oaken as man could be.) The third night, a silvery ring of glass. Patience arched to endure, But he looked, and lo! small Mabel's blood Was staining her gaze so pure.

Gwendolyn Brooks

Nary a grin grinned Rudolph Reed, Nary a curse cursed he, But moved in his House. With his dark little wife, And his dark little children three.

Gwendolyn Brooks

Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened as they grew.

Gwendolyn Brooks

Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.

Gwendolyn Brooks

Is earnest enough, may earnest attract or lead to light; Is light enough, if hands in clumsy frenzy, flimsy whimsically, enlist; Is light enough when this bewilderment crying against the dark shuts down the shades? Dilute confusion. Find and explode our mist.

Gwendolyn Brooks

Consider the big fists breaking your little bones, or consider the vague bureaucrats stumbling, fumbling through Paper.

Gwendolyn Brooks

I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, and each latch and lid I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.

Gwendolyn Brooks

And all the little people Will stare at me and say, "That is the Crazy Woman Who would not sing in May."

Gwendolyn Brooks

I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I'll wait until November And sing a song of gray.

Gwendolyn Brooks

He is not there but You know you are tasting together The winter, or a light spring weather. His hand to take your hand is overmuch. Too much too bear.

Gwendolyn Brooks

To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.

Gwendolyn Brooks

I am interested in telling my particular truth as I have seen it.

Gwendolyn Brooks
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