Gwendolyn Brooks

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

A Sunset Of The City - Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks

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.
My husband and lovers are pleasant or somewhat polite
And night is night.

It is a real chill out,
The genuine thing.
I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer
Because sun stays and birds continue to sing.

It is summer-gone that I see, it is summer-gone.
The sweet flowers indrying and dying down,
The grasses forgetting their blaze and consenting to brown.

It is a real chill out. The fall crisp comes
I am aware there is winter to heed.
There is no warm house
That is fitted with my need.

I am cold in this cold house this house
Whose washed echoes are tremulous down lost halls.
I am a woman, and dusty, standing among new affairs.
I am a woman who hurries through her prayers.

Tin intimations of a quiet core to be my
Desert and my dear relief
Come: there shall be such islanding from grief,
And small communion with the master shore.
Twang they. And I incline this ear to tin,
Consult a dual dilemma. Whether to dry
In humming pallor or to leap and die.

Somebody muffed it?? Somebody wanted to joke.

Form: Dramatic Monologue

Comments about A Sunset Of The City by Gwendolyn Brooks

  • (11/15/2017 5:21:00 PM)

    So hard I can’t do poems (Report) Reply

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  • (5/16/2016 11:23:00 PM)

    Simply superb poem., enjoyed reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (5/16/2016 5:07:00 PM)

    Aging is not for the weak- -but then again it is not for the strong. Daily it strips and saps and loosens- it is the greatest thief that ever walked the earth. Eternity is the only cure (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (5/16/2016 2:02:00 PM)

    Mesmerizing even in its sadness! No place to hide from life. (Report) Reply

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (5/16/2016 6:42:00 AM)

    It is fascinating to note how a mere sunset arouses feelings and provokes insight of a human constructively. Congrats for being the modern poem of the day. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/16/2016 12:53:00 AM)

    With marbles and dolls! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (5/16/2016 12:52:00 AM)

    Love the dilemma in the last two lines. a good poem.

    Tom Billsborough
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  • (3/11/2007 10:58:00 PM)

    Poor Gwen. She thought she was left behind by the times, but she''s timless and she's lovely. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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