My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell
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.
Nice one.It is the need of everyone when one returns home tired. Thanks for posting. congrats.
Another amazing poem of the great poetess, most deserving poem as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Created straight from the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/9/2024 2:05:36 AM # 1.0.0
another great poem by Gwendolyn Brooks that simply comes from the heart xxx