Gwendolyn Brooks

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

Gwendolyn Brooks Poems

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

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.

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