Gwendolyn Brooks

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

Garbageman: The Man With The Orderly Mind - Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks

What do you think of us in fuzzy endeavor, you whose directions are

sterling, whose lunge is straight?

Can you make a reason, how can you pardon us who memorize the rules and never score?

Who memorize the rules from your own text but never quite transfer them to the game,

Who never quite receive the whistling ball, who gawk, begin to absorb the crowd's own roar.


Is earnest enough, may earnest attract or lead to light;

Is light enough, if hands in clumsy frenzy, flimsy whimsically, enlist;

Is light enough when this bewilderment crying against the dark shuts down the shades?

Dilute confusion. Find and explode our mist.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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