Gwendolyn Brooks

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

Gwendolyn Brooks Poems

1. Tommy 6/19/2015
2. Mayor Harold Washington 1/17/2012
3. The Sermon On The Warpland 1/17/2012
4. Of De Witt Williams On His Way To Lincoln Cemetery 1/17/2012
5. Jessie Mitchell’s Mother 1/17/2012
6. The Life Of Lincoln West 1/17/2012
7. Riot 1/17/2012
8. The Blackstone Rangers 1/17/2012
9. A Penitent Considers Another Coming Of Mary 1/17/2012
10. The Rites For Cousin Vit 1/17/2012
11. The Children Of The Poor 1/17/2012
12. One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This 4/20/2012
13. The Sundays Of Satin-Legs Smith 1/17/2012
14. Boy Breaking Glass 1/17/2012
15. The Vacant Lot 1/17/2012
16. Of Robert Frost 1/17/2012
17. Young Afrikans 1/17/2012
18. Primer For Blacks 1/17/2012
19. When You Have Forgotten Sunday: The Love Story 1/17/2012
20. Truth 1/17/2012
21. A Song In The Front Yard 1/17/2012
22. Garbageman: The Man With The Orderly Mind 1/1/2004
23. The Independent Man 1/1/2004
24. The Sonnet-Ballad 1/20/2003
25. The Lovers Of The Poor 1/20/2003
26. The Good Man 1/1/2004
27. The Ballad Of Rudolph Reed 1/1/2004
28. My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell 1/1/2004
29. Kitchenette Building 1/1/2004
30. A Sunset Of The City 1/1/2004
31. To The Diaspora 1/1/2004
32. A Bronzeville Mother Loiters In Mississippi. Meanwhile, A Mississippi Mother Burns Bacon 1/1/2004
33. Speech To The Young : Speech To The Progress-Toward 1/1/2004
34. The Bean Eaters 1/20/2003
35. Sadie And Maud 1/1/2004
36. The Crazy Woman 1/1/2004
37. To Be In Love 1/1/2004
38. The Mother 1/20/2003
39. We Real Cool 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Gwendolyn Brooks

We Real Cool

The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

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The Crazy Woman

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

I'll wait until November
That is the time for me.
I'll go out in the frosty dark
And sing most terribly.

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