Poetry is life distilled. Gwendolyn Brooks

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Poetry is life distilled.
Poetry and Poets
Quotations by Gwendolyn Brooks

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  1. jakile

    wowwww shes great!:@:@

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      Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks (7 June 1917 – 3 December 2000) was an American writer. She was appointed Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1985

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    * It is brave to be involved
    To be not fearful to be unresolved.
    o "do not be afraid of no" from Annie Allen (1949)

    * Exhaust the little moment.
    Soon it dies.
    And be it gash or gold it will not come
    Again in this identical guise.
    o "exhaust the little moment" from Annie Allen (1949)

    * We real cool. We
    Left school. We
    Lurk late. We
    Strike straight. We
    Sing sin. We
    Thin gin. We
    Jazz June. We
    Die soon.
    o "We ReaI CooI" , The Bean Eaters (1960)
    o The "We"—you're supposed to stop after the "We" and think about their validity, and of course there's no way for you to tell whether it should be said softly or not, I suppose, but I say it rather softly because I want to represent their basic uncertainty, which they don't bother to question every day, of course.
    + "An Interview with Gwendolyn Brooks", Contemporary Literature 11:1 (Winter 1970)
    o The WEs in "We Real Cool" are tiny, wispy, weakly argumentative "Kilroy-is-here" announcements. The boys have no accented sense of themselves, yet they are aware of a semi-defined personal importance. Say the "We" softly.
    + Report from Part One (1972)

    * Art hurts. Art urges voyages — and it is easier to stay at home.
    o "The Chicago Picasso" (1968)

    * When I start writing a poem, I don't think about models or about what anybody else in the world has done.
    o "An Interview with Gwendolyn Brooks", Contemporary Literature 11:1 (Winter 1970)

    * A writer should get as much education as possible, but just going to school is not enough; if it were, all owners of doctorates would be inspired writers.
    o Report From Part One (1972)

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    * As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
    o Report From Part One (1972)

    * Art is a refining and evocative translation of the materials of the world.
    o Black Poetry Writing (1975)

    * Be careful what you swallow. Chew!
    o Advice to graduates, Buena Vista University Graduation (1995)

    * I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.
    o My Soul Looks Back, 'Less I Forget (1995) by Dorothy Winbush Riley

    * To be in love
    Is to touch with a lighter hand.
    In yourself you stretch, you are well.
    o "To Be In Love"

    * He is not there but
    You know you are tasting together
    The winter, or a light spring weather.
    His hand to take your hand is
    Too much too bear.
    o "To Be In Love"

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    * I shall not sing a May song.
    A May song should be gay.
    I'll wait until November
    And sing a song of gray.
    o "The Crazy Woman"

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

    * 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.
    o "my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell"

    * Already you're on Page 8.
    o "Thinking of Elizabeth Steinberg"

    * consider the big fists breaking your little bones,
    or consider the vague bureaucrats
    stumbling, fumbling through Paper.
    o "Thinking of Elizabeth Steinberg"

    Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.

    * Is earnest enough, may earnest attract or lead to light;
    Is light enough, if hands in clumsy frenzy, flimsy whimsically, enlist;
    Is light enough when this bewilderment crying against the dark shuts down the shades?
    Dilute confusion. Find and explode our mist.
    o "garbageman: the man with the orderly mind"

    * Say to them,
    say to the down-keepers,
    the sun-slappers,
    the self-soilers,
    the harmony-hushers,
    "even if you are not ready for day
    it cannot always be night."
    You will be right.
    o Speech to the Young : Speech to the Progress-Toward

    * Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.
    o "Song for Winnie"

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    The Ballad of Rudolph Reed

    * Rudolph Reed was oaken.
    His wife was oaken too.
    And his two good girls and his good little man
    Oakened as they grew.

    * Nary a grin grinned Rudolph Reed,
    Nary a curse cursed he,
    But moved in his House. With his dark little wife,
    And his dark little children three.

    * The first night, a rock, big as two fists.
    The second, a rock big as three.
    But nary a curse cursed Rudolph Reed.
    (Though oaken as man could be.)
    The third night, a silvery ring of glass.
    Patience arched to endure,
    But he looked, and lo! small Mabel's blood
    Was staining her gaze so pure.

    * He ran like a mad thing into the night
    And the words in his mouth were stinking.
    By the time he had hurt his first white man
    He was no longer thinking.
    By the time he had hurt his fourth white man
    Rudolph Reed was dead.
    His neighbors gathered and kicked his corpse.
    "Nigger—" his neighbors said.

    * Small Mabel whimpered all night long,
    For calling herself the cause.
    Her oak-eyed mother did no thing
    But change the bloody gauze.

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    The Good Man

    * The good man.
    He is still enhancer, renouncer.
    In the time of detachment,
    in the time of the vivid heather and affectionate evil,
    in the time of oral
    grave grave legalities of hate – all real
    walks our prime registered reproach and seal.
    Our successful moral.
    The good man.

    * Coherent
    Counsel! Good man.
    Require of us our terribly excluded blue.
    Constrain, repair a ripped, revolted land.
    Put hand in hand land over.
    the abler droughts and manias of the day
    and a felicity entreat.
    your pledges, reinforce your aides, renew
    stance, testament.

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    A Sunset of the City

    * Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love…(sex).

    My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls, Are gone from the house. My husband and lovers(stripers) 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 Becuause sun stays and birds continue to sing.

    * 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.

    * 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.

    I am a man so don't tslk to me likr that….. PLEASE!!!!

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