The Crazy Woman Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Crazy Woman

Rating: 4.1


I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.

I'll wait until November
That is the time for me.
I'll go out in the frosty dark
And sing most terribly.

And all the little people
Will stare at me and say,
'That is the Crazy Woman
Who would not sing in May.'


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The Crazy Woman
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 12 March 2016

Yes, it sounds like a light-hearted verse- it makes you smile or chuckle and nod your head. But flip it over and take another look. I see that her sad soul and her sad sad song fits into gray November..... but I am said to be a pessimistic sort so perhaps it is only me having a case of mistaken identity.

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Jessica Hughes 25 May 2009

This poem is sort of funny with a dark twist.

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Jillxx . 02 July 2005

haha i really like this poem. it's kind of funny, but it makes sense to me. it really hits me because it's how i feel sometimes. i'm all about the sad songs/poems, and know what it's like to have others think you're crazy because they expect you to snap out of the sadness, and just be happy. good stuff!

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Tanny Quin 08 July 2008

Yep I can sing that way! ! ! ! How fun I should not sing in May but pretty soon! youv'e got rythm Phebe

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Aidan Johnson 14 March 2014

Its like a little crazyness with the women I agree with THAT.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 07 February 2022

Brilliant song poem with a bit of ironic twist. Most deserving as The Modern Poem Of The Dsay.5 Top stars

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 06 February 2022

sing the song of may but don't sing crazily!

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Varsha M 21 June 2021

Beautiful poem well penned.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 07 February 2021

Amazing poem, so beautifully said and aptly worded. Congratulations on being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Hoorray! 5 Stars for this fantastic song! True fascinating.

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Dr Antony Theodore 27 November 2020

I'll wait until November That is the time for me. I'll go out in the frosty dark And sing most terribly. Singing in the darkness. a very fine poem. tony

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