Gwendolyn Brooks

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

My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell - Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks

I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.
I am very hungry. I am incomplete.
And none can give me any word but Wait,
The puny light. I keep my eyes pointed in;
Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt
Drag out to their last dregs and I resume
On such legs as are left me, in such heart
As I can manage, remember to go home,
My taste will not have turned insensitive
To honey and bread old purity could love.


Comments about My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell by Gwendolyn Brooks

  • Rookie Melissa Muchemwa (3/27/2007 7:54:00 AM)

    another great poem by Gwendolyn Brooks that simply comes from the heart xxx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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