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

  • Alex karev (3/1/2018 7:29:00 PM)

    Can u guys give me an rhyme example(Report)Reply

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  • Anil Kumar PandaAnil Kumar Panda (5/5/2017 7:40:00 AM)

    Nice one.It is the need of everyone when one returns home tired. Thanks for posting. congrats.(Report)Reply

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  • Tom Allport (5/5/2017 6:18:00 AM)

    a poem of hopeful return to the things of a basic life once led? ..............well written.(Report)Reply

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (5/5/2017 3:00:00 AM)

    old purity could love. Thanks for sharing it here.(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (5/5/2017 1:01:00 AM)

    My honey! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.(Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (5/5/2017 12:35:00 AM)

    Be firm......... thanks for posting......(Report)Reply

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  • 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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