Quotes by Gwendolyn Brooks
He who was Goodness, Gentleness, And Dignity is free, Translates to public Love Old private charity.
By the time he had hurt his fourth white man Rudolph Reed was dead....
Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt Drag out to their last dregs and I resume...
Maud went to college. Sadie stayed at home. Sadie scraped life With a fine-tooth comb.
Forgotten and stinking they stick in the can. And the vase breath's better and all, and all....
After the baths and bowel-work, he was dead.
Poetry is life distilled.
Prepare to meet (sisters, brothers) the brash and terrible weather; the pains; the bruising; the collapse of bestials, idols.
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.
Cold an old predicament of the breath: Adroit, the shapely prefaces complete, Accept the university of death.
A cry of bitter dead men who will never Attend a gentle maker of musical joy.
Sadie was one of the livingest chits In all the land.
... is merry glory. Is saltatory. Yet he grips his right of twisting free.
