|
|
|
|
|
1
|
|
She went in there to muse on being rid
Of relative beneath the coffin lid.
No one was by. She stuck her tongue out; slid.
(Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Old relative.")
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
2
|
|
If prejudice is native and it is you
Will find it ineradicable....
(Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "XV," from The Womanhood.)
Read more quotations about / on: prejudice
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
3
|
|
Rise.
Let us combine. There are no magics or elves
Or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must
Wizard a track through our own screaming weed.
(Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "XV," from The Womanhood.)
Read more quotations about / on: lost
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
4
|
|
Refuses
To refuse the racket, to mutter No to the net.
(Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Old tennis player.")
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
5
|
|
I swear to keep the dead upon my mind,/Disdain for all time to be overglad./Among spring flowers, under summer trees./By chilling autumn waters, in the frosts/Of supercilious winter—all my days/I'll have as mentors those reproving ghosts.
(Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), African American poet and fiction writer. "Gay Chaps at the Bar: mentors," lines 3-8 (1945).
The speaker is an African American soldier who has survived wartime service and seen many of his comrades die.)
Read more quotations about / on: autumn, winter, summer, spring, time
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
6
|
|
Forgotten and stinking they stick in the can.
And the vase breath's better and all, and all.
And so for the end of our life to a man,
Just over, just over and all.
(Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Throwing out the flowers.")
Read more quotations about / on: life
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
7
|
|
Mrs. Small went to the kitchen for her pocketbook
And came back to the living room with a peculiar look
And the coffee pot.
Pocketbook. Pot.
Pot. Pocketbook.
(Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Mrs. Small.")
|
|
|
|
|
|
Home
