Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks (June 7, 1917 – December 3, 2000) was an African-American poet. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1950 and was appointed Poet Laureate of Illinois in 1968 and Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1985.
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“Pygmies expand in cold impossible air,
Cry fie on giantshine, poor glory which
Pounds breast-bone punily, screeches, and has
Reached no Alps: or, knows no Alps to reach.”
—Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)
“Don’t forget the Dance Halls
Warwick and Savoy,
Where he picked his women, where
He drank his liquid joy.”
—Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)
“Build with lithe love. With love like lion-eyes.
With love like morningrise.
With love like black, our black—
luminously indiscreet;
complete; continuous.’”
—Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)
“We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. ‘Dream’ makes a giddy sound, not strong
Like ‘rent,’ ‘feeding a wife,’ ‘satisfying a man.’”
—Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)
“Children, confine your lights in jellied rules;
Resemble graves; be metaphysical mules;
Learn Lord will not distort nor leave the fray.”
—Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)