Poems by Gwendolyn Brooks
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The Mother
... Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches, ...
One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This
... One wants a teller in a time like thisOne's not a man, one's not a woman grown ...
The Crazy Woman
... I'll go out in the frosty dark ...
To Be In Love
... To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand ...
We Real Cool
... Left School. WeLurk late ...
The Ballad of Rudolph Reed
... Where at night a man in bed"May never hear the plaster ...
The Good Man
... The good man.Watches our bogus roses, our rank wreath, our ...
The Independent Man
... Not a wife. You'd let her twirl you, give her a good glee ...
The Lovers of the Poor
... Who are full, Sleek, tender-clad, fit, fiftyish, a-glow, all ...
My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell
... Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt ...
Sadie and Maud
... Sadie was one of the livingest chicks ...
A Sunset of the City
... My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls, ...
Boy Breaking Glass
... “It was you, it was you who threw away my name! ...
The Life of Lincoln West
... that this was no cute little ugliness, no sly baby waywardness ...
truth
... What if we wake one shimmering morning to ...
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