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

My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell

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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.

Melissa Muchemwa 27 March 2007

another great poem by Gwendolyn Brooks that simply comes from the heart xxx

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Edward Kofi Louis 05 May 2017

My honey! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 05 May 2017

Be firm......... thanks for posting......

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Anil Kumar Panda 05 May 2017

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

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Ratnakar Mandlik 05 May 2017

old purity could love. Thanks for sharing it here.

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 20 October 2022

Everything wann be before the heaven leaving the !

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Chinedu Dike 19 October 2022

Nicely thought out and we'll penned

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A beautiful poem well crafted.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 12 May 2021

Another amazing poem of the great poetess, most deserving poem as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Created straight from the heart.

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Alex karev 01 March 2018

Can u guys give me an rhyme example

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