Gwendolyn Brooks (7 June 1917 – 3 December 2000 / Topeka, Kansas)
Poems by Gwendolyn Brooks : 4 / 38
A Sunset of the City
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls,
Are gone from the house.
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Gwendolyn Brooks
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Poor Gwen. She thought she was left behind by the times, but she''s timless and she's lovely.